A comfortable life made people content with the status quo.
Comfort did not necessarily mean luxury. As long as an environment made people feel at ease, that was a comfortable life.
Like... a warm bed in winter, or a cold drink in summer.
A comfortable life did not necessarily mean living in a villa or manor, enjoying the service of many people, and eating things that others could never afford in their entire lives.
Comfort could also mean curling up on the sofa with fattening junk food, staring at the television, and laughing stupidly. That was a kind of comfort too.
As soon as people became comfortable, inertia would grow. So would a fear of leaving that comfortable environment.
Austin had not considered updating her will at all over the past two years.
At the border outposts, they fought smugglers and frequently engaged in armed clashes with armed smugglers. No one knew when a bullet they had failed to notice would take them from this world.
So back then, she and the other members of the Anti-Smuggling Team had all made a habit of preparing their wills in advance.
What would happen to the flowers at home, the books, the cats, the dogs, the money...
People had different thoughts at different times. Perhaps by the time they returned home, many things there would already have changed.
So every time their leave ended, they had to reconsider how their wills should be written.
If they really died in an unfortunate accident, at least it would not be so "hurried."
But now, she did not need to worry about any of that.
A safe life had begun to make her lazy, and she was afraid of leaving such a life.
The elevator doors slowly closed. She came to her senses and pressed