being uncomfortable becomes easier when you realize that’s literally the point. it’s like working out. if you work out & it becomes easy for you, you already got all you could out of that workout. your body adjusted & is strong enough to handle it now. you’re not improving anymore. that’s why you up the ante with harder workouts, where you’re uncomfortable & not quite strong enough yet. bc eventually you will be strong enough. but if it’s not a challenge, there’s no gain. & that’s exactly how it is with situations out of your comfort zone. the more you put yourself in them, the easier they get—but that in-between phase where you’re struggling is still completely valid and ok and natural. it’s what’s supposed to happen. it’s what’s going to change you as a person. and you should keep doing it
Alice Notley, from In the Pines; "The Black Trailer (A Noir Fiction)"
[Text ID: But there doesn't have to be a way in, a way out. It's over.
And if you're referring to your anguish, it's just a thing. The shape of a trailer, a wheel, or a knife. Leave the details of your life and find another one.]
Etel Adnan, from ‘Jebu’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “this body pierced with holes / burned by sulfur opened by manganese / wounds on its mouth and petroleum for its kisses refugee with no refuge”]
