The world is beautiful.  And all elements are firing in order.  The engine of life is tuned and I am ready for my trip. How can being so comfortable be so uncomfortable.  When is a couch a torture device.  The roof over my head a prision.  Comfortable life is not for me.  I think a ride is in order. To go out and suffer.  Get caught up in a mishap … yea … that’s real living.