Discontent In Complacency

Complacency is so sweet and I am the first one to want to pitch a tent and make camp in this comfort zone. All is good for me so why not stay here? Just as I hunch down to rest upon my laurels, something begins to bother me.

My ears hear the wailing of discontentment. I can’t make out if the voice is my own or others around me. A mournful sound climbs until I can no longer ignore its volume and my discomfort increases exponentially.

Packing up my tent, it’s time to move on. There will be no snoozing here in this place where I longed to stay. Moving forward on the path, quietness once again sets in. I find peace even in my travels.

Pro 1:32 (NLT)  For simpletons turn away from me-to death. Fools are destroyed by their own complacency.

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