I’ve heard that physical comfort is detrimental to living things in the long run. Without stressors, humans shut down and start dying. Why not? Keep everything in stasis.
Stasis has many definitions, four at least: “a stoppage of the blood”, “retention of feces”, “equilibrium”, and “a period of stability during which little or no evolutionary change in a lineage occurs”.
So then I thought maybe mental comfort is detrimental, too. A quiet mind is a dying mind. Then again “not dying” isn’t the only thing in life. In fact, maybe focusing so much on not dying is making life miserable. Extension of life at all costs. Dunbar from Catch-22, kale, and chemotherapy.
Ah well. Nothing quiet about this mind at the moment.
I don’t meditate as much as I did before, but still probably four times a week on average. What I’ve learned from that is how I go about falling asleep.
I dunno mate, since stopping antidepressants many things physical and psychologically have been chronically uncomfortable and I can only imagine it is shortening my life. It’s just making it feel much longer.
Whether or not what you imagine aligns with the truth remains to be seen. Call me from your ninetieth birthday so I can say I told you so. Anyways why did you give up the antidepressants? Will you remain chronically uncomfortable indefinitely?
Hehe. Antidepressants give me terrible night sweats. It’s seriously gross. I’m hoping the discomfort will subside or I’ll learn to tolerate it.
Whether what you imagine to be the case aligns with the truth remains to be seen. Anyways what made you stop? And will your chronic uncomfortableness continue indefinitely?
I thought my comment got lost so I wrote it again. You’ll see it has improved with revision.