We have become a society conditioned for comfort. We struggle to sit on the train or wait in a line without scrolling through a newsfeed. We are obsessed with good-smelling candles and oils and set our thermostats to our exact preferred temperature. We like to surround ourselves with people who reaffirm our beliefs and who we can commiserate with, we surround ourselves with media that creates an echo chamber of what we are already thinking. We like to live around people who are just like us. We’ll do just about anything to stay comfortable and make sure that comfort is not disturbed.

But where is the joy in that?