Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. ~ Neale Donald Walsch

Stretching the boundary,
hoping comfort acts like
balloon rubber, loosens,
adjusts, accepts as normal
what was way past.
Walking into fear, inexplicable,
irrational, yet real, potent,
robust. Inexplicable because
irrational. I know that.
Beyond a reasonable doubt.
So I walk into life
at the end of my comfort zone.