There is a short story I read years ago: a family is living by a cow. They have no other jobs but put all their attention on how well the cow is growing. One day, after a heavy rainstorm, the cow died. The family has to find works and learn new skills to survive. As a result, they live a happy and rich life never bothered by bad weathers any more.
I killed my cow today.
It's my last comfort zone. As long as the comfort zone exists, I refused to step away from it. There are easy friendship, easy choices, and easy life to kill the time before death. If there are one hundred ways to make hard choices, I could figure out one hundred and one ways to escape it.
"You should think twice to make such a decision." my classmate said to me, "there are only one year left." Actually, we are used to making excuses to face the truth with the deadlines of everything, like "there is only one month left so I have to make up the paper", "there is just one week left so I have no other choices. "
If you only pay attention to the deadline, what do you live for the time after the deadline? Life is a marathon, there is only one deadline: death.