One thing I’ve noticed about myself is I’ve never found comfort in being comfortable. Soon as I feel more or less settled in a place, I’ll want to find something else to venture into, whether it’s a new skill or a new place. Maybe it’s me being impatient. Or maybe it’s my endless curiosity. Who knows. I just know that, oddly, I’ve always found more comfort being on the move. Like this moment right here. Flying west across the Pacific Ocean at 500 mph, and opening the cabin window to see the sunrise as I arrive in a new country. Granted, I’m sitting in economy class, so there’s really nothing fancy about it all. But at this height, and for those brief moments, I feel like I’m moving forward in life. Comfortably uncomfortable. My happy place.
by Jason Lam