How come we're always pursuing for comfort? But at the same time subconciously hating the comfort zone? I know I am.

When ever I'm getting too comfortable I tend to stop thinking. When stress kicks in I start to analyze and absorb.

From an early on, she was fascinated and at the same time awfully afraid of fireworks. It's strange to think that the things that deserve our fascination are usually the things that scare us the most.

People are fascinated in deepest of oceans and farthest galaxies. We don't know, what's out there. We don't even know if we should embrace what's coming or should we be scared as hell of it.