Eish bantu, this life sometimes
The Comfort Zone: Shit's killing me. Feeling comfortable draws me back to the first step of the success ladder. I think I function better when I'm in ish/trouble/under pressure. I don't know if I make sense. I don't know if am alone. But, what I know is, eish, I hate being comfortable cos I can't even tell when I'm gonna fall. OK, picture this: when you broke, I mean bankrupt or something, you find time to think about a lot of things you should have accomplished or wanna accomplish, you on some overdosing smoker tip. As a result you get motivated/inspired/etc, and work hard, working towards your goals till they are achieved. On the other hand, when you got it, damn you're are lazy, think less, party too much, f too much, and all that bull. Everything just seems cool, while it ain't. Damn, the comfort zone, shit is steering my liffe in circles. Damn that I've made it feeling, it bull