The things about comfort zone.

There are funny things about comfort zone. These past few years, I’ve focused on education and passing the required exams to get into university. I had my mind set on where I wanted to be and what I wanted to do. I didn’t do well on my exams so that didn’t quite work out, but I’m happy. However the journey felt like a little autopilot. The important thing to remember is that people present opportunity; it’s just whether or not you’re willing to take them up on it. It’s easy to sit back and only take in the things that are comfortable to you, but to get to where you aspire to be requires a little discomfort.

Normally if I had a bad day, I’s always come back to my family or friends. Loneliness can make or break you. I am quite a reserved person, but that doesn’t make me anti-social. I’m just a thinker rather than a shouter. This has its benefits and it has its downfalls. It definitely help on starting a conversation. It took a lot of courage for me to say Hello and to converse right away with a stranger. Last night, when I left my 18 degree Celsius Economic tutorial class to catch some breath, there is this lady sitting right on my left caught my arm by surprise ;

“Hey where are you going? Going for smoke? I’m joining you. I don’t understand what he muttering on at all since just now.” Before I could take my breath in to utter some reply she continued ; “Today is my first class. Did you came last week? (I nodded). BTW, I am Jess (reaching out her hand), I owe you this. Later I will pay for the coffee. Where is the lift? Ahh and how long is the break?

“Er. Usually not more than 15 minutes. I am CY”

Many of us are not that kind of human which poses these skills to break the silence. Along the way I might missed out a few characters who could might blend well with me if I was more outspoken with them. It’s all about breaking free from my own boundaries. Striking the balance between thought and voice is a powerful thing. Something I have yet to really master.

I remember vividly the very last time I braced myself to talk to a stranger, I felt in love with her. And how much I miss her now.

I suspect I didn’t do as well as I could have on my exams/work because I wasn’t willing to go further than what I was told or expected. My mentality has since changed and I now find success from setting my own boundaries, or in my case, fewer boundaries.

Comfort zone.

Usually when people talk about breaking out of a comfort zone, we’re talking about leaving behind the 9-5.  Throwing our old life in the trash and hitting the world, armed with only a backpack and some hope.

Suddenly everything is new.  Strange.  Difficult. Fun.

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I am a headless freelance graphic designer, aspiring journalist and LFC fanatic. Also Anak Malaysia who despise anyone/everyone who disagree with him . Views are the only property I had.

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