This morning, I woke up to no electricity in the house. No hot water, no microwave, no toaster, no stove, no washing machine, no phone charger for my cell phone.

I was perturbed by the scant breakfast options and my inability to enjoy a hot bath. My dependence on electricity revealed afresh my so-called “need” for comfort.

I like convenience. I don’t like hassle. It’s as simple as that.

But do I worship comfort? Have I made convenience my idol?

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