comfortably numb

When I'm not training, I can't stand watching fights. It just makes me feel bad, because it's itching to get in there that makes it worthwhile for me. I don't want to idly watch other people fight, and struggle, and live. Not that it can't be enjoyable, but enjoyable isn't the point. I'm not experiencing anything. It's a waste of time. I want to be the one doing the living.

Many seem to have this idea that if you're comfortable, your life is basically good. Certainly relative to someone whose life is uncomfortable, never mind much worse than that. There's very little sympathy for the overfed masses who sit around on their butts doing nothing all day. Utterly broken people, but sure, they're killing themselves in comfort. Maybe this is why we make our prisons such inhumane hellholes. We live in a society that thinks doing nothing is some kind of luxury. We live in a society that imprisons people in so many ways, as we're condemned for the inactivity that does us in.

Comfort is no pinnacle of human achievement. Being comfortable can be a great reprieve from everything life throws at us, but to live in a constant state of comfort is not living at all. The comforts of capitalism sedate us, as we're bled to death to keep the machinery running. Enrapt in vast webs of illusion, we think we're ok, we're comfortable, as our lives are stolen from us.