In May, I went to the memorial services for a fine young man who died too young in a motorcycle accident.
As grieving friends and family got up to speak about the contributions he made to the world around him, the same refrain kept coming up. He was known for saying, “Live At The End Of Your Comfort Zone” and by all accounts lived his life that way.
It is indeed a fabulous way to live your life. A way to feel alive and enjoy every morsel life has to offer.
I wish more people adopted that creed of living. Instead, most of us are terrified to leave the comfort zone we draw around us at an increasingly early age.
My grandfather came to the US from Italy at 17, to find a better life. Alone, he worked hard, saved money, opened his own company and paid for the passage of many of his family and cousins. That took courage and guts!
Today, I think he would be talked out of doing that, which would be a shame.
We are all so concerned about living safely, that we have forgotten how to live at all.
Sometimes to live a life with meaning, you have to live what others might call dangerously.
Dangerously might mean travel or it might mean challenging the status quo. Or talking to strangers. Or standing up for the defenseless. It can mean physical danger or it can mean emotional or financial danger.
The men and women who have successful companies usually put everything they owned on the line to get their business up and running. They knew that taking that risk was the only way to get where they wanted.
How often do we have the courage to tell someone what we really feel? We say, “Oh, it is nothing.” When it is anything but that. If you think about it, sharing your feelings isn’t that big of a deal, but we’ve turned it into something huge, something we should not do. And it has serious consequences down the road.
I entered life living dangerously, forging streams, climbing small hills, exploring the woods, expressing myself, telling the truth about how I saw things. Today, kids are pretty much forbidden from doing the childhood activities I took for granted. Life has inherent risks, my husband always says, “It is the price of admission.”
There is a quote by Charles Lindbergh, “A life without risks, is a life not worth living.”
Ask yourself, do you live a safe life, do you live a dangerous life or do you live something in between?
And is that okay with you? Is there anything you long to do, but do not because you are afraid to venture out of your cozy comfort zone?
Muse thanks, Giulietta
ps, in honor of this fine young man, I have started a painting called, “Live at the end of your comfort zone.”
pps, if you want to write, please join me in July for Writing Under The Stars. If you child would love to paint whatever they wish, please have them join me for Wild Expressive Painting for Children.