We call it a “comfort zone,” but comfort is rarely what’s actually living there. More often, it’s familiarity. And familiarity is not the same thing as peace. Change asks us to risk embarrassment. Risk failure. Risk loneliness. Risk becoming someone we have never been before. Risk is frightening. Sometimes the old life may not even be good for us anymore, yet we still cling to it — because at least it is recognizable. A person can remain stuck for years simply because familiarity feels safer than uncertainty. But the spirit does not grow in stagnant water.