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Comfort.

Crawling into your sheets is comfortable. It's warm. It's safe. But the earth is not tucked in every night. The world goes round, and so do we. Some move slowly; locking eyes with a small crush or quitting a job for something bigger. And some move fast; stuttering "I love you" to your sweetheart or packing your bags because a better life is elsewhere. The earth goes round in a vast sea of unknown, as do we. But the world keeps spinning, and we keep discovering. Rain or shine, we move. It's the discomfort that brings comfort.
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Wrote for 10 minutes straight about whatever came to my head and came to this consensus that discomfort is what brings us to content.

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