Why Must You Not Let Your Children Stay in Comfort Zone?
The comfort zone of today is bigger, perilous, and more complex than ever before
It’s not a warning, but the words you are about to read are sourced from my personal experience of childhood. My early life followed a similar route towards adolescence, but now I realise what kind of damage is done. There’s nothing to feel remorseful about because there’s no one to blame except the system of society.
Everyone loved easiness, and people still love it. There was no problem in doing that until that desire for comfort turned us into selfish beasts. This was a huge blow on humanity because staying in the comfort zone is apparently good, but its harm is seen in the longer run. Call it a slow-poison, just like diabetes. You never know what chaos is building up inside you, but once the threshold is reached, survival becomes a burden to bear.
My parents brought me up well. The nourishing was good, and literally, I never felt there’s something missing. I don’t remember if I’ve suffered from any sorrows or hurtful emotions, even critics back then. A happy and colourful life that the parents want for their progeny.
Since I never felt anything wrong happening, that’s a dangerous thing about the comfort zone. The humanitarian belief says that if you have experienced something harmful, you would not want others to taste the same medicine.
If one still doesn’t warn about the harm, then there’s a word sadist for such kinds of humans.
But what if you never realise that there is any harm? Everyone who follows you will have an equal share, maybe more, of suffering. The same happened to me.
My childhood was too easy to explain. I never saw any hardship. The house had everything: PC, console, cool kids’ wardrobe, shoes, bag, and stationery. There was a sports club near with grounds for cricket and football. Every other facility came to me and made me confined in the vast comfort zone. I enjoyed the ease of life and never did the hard work.
Today, the long-term poisonous effect of not leaving the comfort zone is showing its colours. I realised that I barely learned anything new in my childhood. The same counting, alphabets, name of colours, animals, fruits, you know better the curricula of the past. Due to the constant stay in my comfort zone, my learning became limited to the air-conditioned classroom. I had given no exposure to the world so that I could have grasped some new concepts of reality.
I didn’t know how to think out of the box. What I was told, I was programmed to nod to that. Saying no was a disrespectful act in those days. I lacked the quality of listening and talking when confronted with different people. My palms became full of sweat when I hear someone addressing me in a louder voice. I never struggled for asking for my right. Learning different ideas and concepts was a huge deal for me. Even I faced trouble while talking to my classmates.
No one ever criticised me, no scolding or no harsh feedbacks. This made my softcore softer. I became vulnerable and a victim of exploiters. I easily submitted myself to any unfairness instead of fighting for justice. I couldn’t find any energy to defend myself or to justify what I’ve to say. When I had to spend money, I was too dumb to calculate the returned amount. My psyche had been spoiled by the damned society. And therefore, I find no person to blame for this invisible massacre.
The comfort zone of the past generations was similar but had narrow scope. Parents easily used to take out their children from that red area, and kids those days barely knew how to revolt against their parents. One call from the father, and here you go; unity, faith, and discipline.
But what happened now? Is it still the society? Or the parents are not fulfilling one of the biggest duties? I’m reading strange headlines almost daily about kids who suffer from depression. Teenagers are committing suicide for mere relationships. Boys are trying to put down their parents for being too strict. The girl wants to leave the house in the name of freedom. Students have lost the interest in acquiring knowledge.
The world has shown me its harsh colours, and I’m thankful for that. With time, my perception regarding the mundane complications is getting more vivid. And I feel no guilt about the loss that happened. Instead, I believe it’s an opportunity to get up and correct the wrong that has been done and save others.
One thing that fears me is the rotting society. I’m afraid how the next generation will survive! I’m looking for people who share the same empathetic mindset towards humanity, and I’m up to contribute to a better cause.