I once described my life like one of those commercials where they show one person standing still and everything in the background is at light speed; except I was the one at light speed and everyone and everything around me was standing still. What do they call that?

  I decided very young that my worst fears weren't spiders, heights or the boogeyman but it was in fact the thought of waking up one day and realizing my life has passed me by. Thefore living every day to its fullest became not only a task but a mission. Maybe it was my addiction to new environments or my child-like restlessness that led me to the city. In any case, my "big journey across the water" as my boss once put it, started July and is to be continued until...whenever may choose. But the hardest part wasn't the move or even the series of consequential events that followed. It was the realization that even though you made it out of the danger zone alive, the people you care about most are still marinating in the warm sesspool of medeocracy. Working the same jobs, going to the same party, with the same people, fighting the same fight; it's like a bad case of deja vu with no realistic scope to the life beyond. 

  My ignorant optimism was recently restored when my best friend K told me he was leaving the rock indefinately to start a new life in Montreal. I was in shock and instantly knew there had to be a substantial reason for the initiative to take life by the balls so abruptley. He confessed that him and his girlfriend had just broken up and told me he had some "good stories" for me later. Now given what I know about K's judgement in women combined with what I know about girls of this nature, I knew there was no way around a messy break-up. Then the irony struck me like a case of the really bad deja vu I was talking about. The catalyst for the progressive change and his new outlook on life was the same as mine just 6 months prior and probably many others.
So i got to thinking; is comfort ambition's nemesis? Someone once told me that if everyone was too comfortable nothing would ever progress. They said that being uncomfortable is the only thing that has ever provoked change. So I decided that no matter how you look at it, change can never be bad, no matter how you get there. For better or worse, we make the decisions we feel necessary at the time and whatever may come after that is all part of this journey we call life.