This actually isn’t an invitation to stay where you’re comfortable. Conforming in certain, more trivial aspects of your life (like physical appearance, social media profiles, etc.) will free you to do what is truly uncomfortable, but necessary. We fetishize being “unique” in things like having a cool haircut or shoes because it’s an easy — but deceptive — way of gaining a false sense of differentiation in the world (“I am special”). This poem is an invitation to drop the every day obsessions and perversions so you can look deeper and manage the discomfort that you will find. Dickinson, Walter Mitty, Monks - they have “ordinary” lives but that gave them the freedom to go deeper. Einstein and Kafka worked average day jobs, too. But they were far from comfortable people. We all have limited time, attention and energy. Would you prefer to spend it finding a unique cell phone case or car that people might notice/praise, or do you want to spend it to becoming the person and achieving the things that only you can do?