{..} I was okay with things the way they were. No, not okay: I longed and suffered and pined with the rest of humanity. Sometimes I was happy enough with the book I was reading or the book I was writing, and the life I was stuck inside felt like a house on a rainy day. But most of the time I was just plain dying to get out. All I needed–all I have ever needed–was someone to challenge me, to serve as a goad, an instigator, a stirrer of the pot. I hated trouble, but I loved troublemakers. I hated chance and uncertainty, but I was drawn to those who showed up on your doorstep with their own pair of dice. .Michael Chabon
About This Quote
This quote is speaking about how people usually dislike change because it is different, and they don't like to change. They like things to stay the same, and if they do change it will be for the worse. The author is talking about his love of troublemakers and how he likes to provoke people into trouble not realizing that he is doing it himself. He was observing that he needed someone to help him expand and improve his life and not just exist in his comfortable shell. This quote shows that we should be willing to try something new in life even if we are afraid of the change, because you never know what you will get from the experience.
Source: Manhood For Amateurs
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