Comfort dulls vigilance. When routines feel smooth, when supplies feel certain, when politics feels distant, complacency sets in.
That complacency is exactly when systems rot. Bridges corrode under quiet neglect. Corruption embeds itself while citizens look away. Rights are eroded not in sudden shocks but in gradual drift.
Comfort is fragile. Without vigilance, it becomes a trap. Strength is not measured by how well a nation enjoys comfort. It’s measured by how ready it stays when comfort is tested.