There may not be a worse word:
Comfort.
For,
it kills spirit,
diminishes will
murder dreams
increase appetite
gains weight
idle time
and
Invert day to night.
See,
we are meant to suffer
in the right amount,
not too much to make it unbearable and meaningless,
nor too little to sleep a life away
It’s the good pain in
Suffering
that gives a man a light, a beacon to strive
I won’t say that suffering is not my favorite friend,
would you?
