The Comfortable Revolution

Comfort is the ultimate goal of our leaders. When we are comfortable, we are apathetic – we don’t want change because this would destroy the sense of security we’ve gradually and lovingly bricked together over the weeks, or months, or years. The comfort leads to routine which, ironically, eventually acts to feed our comfort – we walk to work in the morning, and walk back in the evening. All day we sit in our offices, earning not just money but the feeling that we are secure; that our future is set to stay this way – and we are happy with that because that reinforces our comfort. We look to the street from our tall, double-glazed buildings at the unemployed masses living in their council flats and the vagabonds living in their cardboard boxes, and we judge them lovingly; pouring pity on them and secretly saying to ourselves, ‘at least it’s not me’. And we love this because it makes us feel good about ourselves; in our offices, earning our endless comfort. We like our routine and our comfort, and our leaders like keeping us in that perpetual cycle because no comfortable person will revolt for change. And those who do are crushed underfoot and removed from society proper to prevent further ‘contamination’ and influence. But we all harbour revolutionary thoughts; it stems from our need to believe that life could be better. And that is the irony of it, for the very same people who are and were the biggest tyrants of our time, and who would continually force revolutions and revolutionaries underground with gas masks and rubber bullets - the very people who would benefit from our contentment - once fought for a better life and were themselves discontent, and pushed underground by people with gas masks and rubber bullets. Is this, then, the nature of humanity? I hope not.

Peace, love and revolutions.