There is that inspirational story that always gets told when people are talking about that thing called ‚comfort zone‘. It’s about cows. Yeah, you heard me: cows. It’s something to do with the fact that cows stay within the limits of their fence. Although all they would have to do is to walk right through it. It’s not like those fences are heavy or solid or made of steal or anything. At least here in Germany it’s a simple wire, sometimes with spikes, but it would be the easiest thing for a cow to destroy it by walking through it. But they don’t. They accept the line.
This fact is why the story is so fitting to be the symbol for our comfort zone. Because there is no actual borderline. It’s not really there. It’s only in our heads and we just accept it. There isn’t even a wire, it’s just thoughts. Nothing else.
The story goes like this. One day one cow decides to sea what’s on the other side of the fence. But the herd talks her into staying. Too dangerous! Unknown risks, better stay here where it’s safe (is it? really?). So the cow stays but she keeps looking at the fence, thinking about how it would be on the other side.
That’s what we do, most of the time. We stay inside our comfort zone. Our comfort zone is made of stuff like the idea of safety. It’s not really safety because safety is an illusion. But we cling to that illusion and we just stay. Just like the cow we don’t seem to understand that there might be a slaughterhouse at the end of that decision, but that’s a different story. Point is, we stay. Most of the time, most time of our lives.
But what happens, when we do cross the line? What is on the other side of that fence? Did you ever cross that line? What happened afterwards? Would you like to share your story in the comments? Inspire us, it’s very much appreciated!