Last night, I deliberately slept outside no tent. No comforts.
Just me, the cold, and a bunch of people I didn't know.
This is the reality a lot of people live every day in the UK.
It was uncomfortable.
But it did wake me up.
Recently I have been my mind has been overly focused on the current issues I have which often brings anxiety in the mornings.
But
This morning when I woke up... I experience true gratitude, the kind that I have not experienced in a while.
Gratitude for a comfortable bed.
Gratitude for comfortable home.
Gratitude for being able to take a shower, wear nice clothes be with my loving family.
The ancient Stoics knew all about this trick people like Diogenes, Epictetus, Seneca, they all practiced voluntary hardship.
They deliberately exposed themselves to discomfort to remind themselves that comfort isn't guaranteed, strength is built in adversity and that freedom comes from needing less, not having more.
We often say we're grateful, some of us jounral about it.
But sometimes the only way to really feel it… is to go without.
🔹 Over 354,000 people are homeless right now in England.
🔹 Over 161,500 of them are children.
🔹 Veterans are significantly overrepresented among those sleeping rough.
I can not truly imagine living that every day with no way out.
If you ever feel disconnected, numb, or stuck chasing "more"...I challenge you: step outside your comfort zone.
Maybe even literally sleep out?
(If you want to take it a step further, look up CEO Sleepout — they organise events to raise money and awareness for homelessness.)
Gratitude isn’t found in more comfort it is found through hardship
Stay strong. Stay awake.We’re all just one step away from a very different life.
👉 Has anyone here ever done anything like this before?
I’d love to hear your experiences.
Drop a comment below. 👇