comfort.

there are multiple meanings of comfort and i'm too lazy to list them down dictionary style. but yes, you get the drift.

we are often frightened to leave our comfort zones, because it means stepping out into uncertainty. it's as if you've been thrown into a pitch dark room and told to find the exit, all on your own. there's no light at the end of the tunnel. you don't even know if you'll get out. fear of that darkness cripples you, preventing you from leaving that comfort zone.

then there are comfort foods. food that we turn to because of familiarity. usually, they are unhealthy but that's what comforts you. it's something you can indulge in with no regrets, because it's just good. leaves you warm and fuzzy inside, whether you're happy and celebrating, sad and binging or just plain hungry and gorging.

there's the comfort that someone close offers you when you're down. it tends to be someone we trust greatly and hold dearly. why else then would that someone know you're upset and/or offer you solace. there are no need for words at times like these, their company is worth the gazillion words they could have said but didn't. then again there are the times where they say the gazillion horrible words at the tip of your tongue, just to save you the energy when you're too busy wallowing.

the key idea in comfort - familiarity. all that is comforting is familiar. it's funny how just having someone familiar eases you into uncertainty, offering the same comfort that foods do. it's funny how you think you've learnt to walk steadily all by yourself, when actually it is the hands that give you balance and confidence. it's when those hands are released that you stumble and graze yourself. and you want those hands to support you all over again, but no kid, it's time you learned to pick yourself up and walk. and you will.

it's often too late for regrets.

but never too late to make amends.