I fall into the routine of things and mistake it for flow. I get comfortable just being comfortable and I’m not productive or creative and all of life becomes fear. When you live for the way your body feels sinking into a mattress, for the way your day allows just enough free time to watch your favorite show,for the way these comforts add up to numb what’s left of your mind—when you live like that, life roars by in deafening waves of wasted emotion.
