I’m not comfortable here, not with all that’s gone wrong. I can’t in good conscience pursue comfort in a world wherein there is war, rape, oppression, child molestation, mental slavery and more.

I can’t be comfortable here, not when there is so much more within me that falls short of an ultimate good. I know that people aren’t perfect; that’s what we always say. This whole world is imperfect but does it mean we’re meant to stay that way?

When was the world good? And what went wrong? Where am I now? And how do I get back there? I encounter the Bible for a fuller grasp on humanity because although there are many religions, theologies and belief systems...

More often than not they serve as guides to finding comfort in this world. But I don’t want to feel comfortable here. Not if there is more to be had than this. If there is an eternity waiting then what is this life but a second before infinity?

And how should I spend it then? Is it for my own comfort? Or is my time purposed? More than comfort I want understanding, more than success I seek wisdom and if joy finds me here, then so be it. I’ll consider it a blessing because I know I’m not mean to be comfortable here.

Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on a field of mines. Cascading the line between right and wrong in every thought and action. An inner conviction will not allow me to go about life casually. Sometime I wonder why my experiences have led me here...a

Unable to avoid an awareness of everything others seem to ignore. Upholding standards the world has tried to put away. My father tells me this is the process of walking into your calling, it is the shedding of a false reality to embody a true one.

The dedication of your life to serving this greater good for your people, and all of humanity. A knowing that out time here is meant for purpose more than our own pleasure. I know it isn’t attractive but neither is life beyond our chamber of convenience.

What is comfort in this world but willful ignorance toward those who cannot afford it? Are those who are comfortable here like those who are found rowboats on a sinking ship, and how long will we ignore the plight of those who are sinking still?

If it means our reality will appear pleasant and more palatable, how can I feel comfortable here? Where we point fingers at the most grievous evils not realizing we are only looking at ourselves. The greatest evil is only a reflection of our own ego.

We are not exempt from humanity’s sin. My dad tells me living in this world is like living on enemy territory and the only way to be comfortable is to lose yourself in it, so discomfort is a reminder of who you are. It’s a reminder that this isn’t it for you.

This isn’t where you settle. In realizing this, I’m willing to dedicate my life to the calling put on it though the other is rocky, I’m deciding to live my life in servitude to this greater good, pursuing what comes after. Known if why comes next will be my rest and recompense.

And if I don’t get too attached here, I’ll find my comfort there.
-Miles Carter