I think it's wonderfully and woefully crazy how the world works.
When you try to get a piece of peace, turmoil comes at you from all angles. There isn't a moment to even think, much less gather some peace.
When you could care less about keeping the peace, peace sticks around; makes itself known. Those are the times when peace pulls up a lawn chair.
I've always said when I got my own place, I would make me a garden of peace. Just somewhere away from the telephone and the internet and everybody and just sit there. Watch my fountain shoot water into a never ending blue sky. Drink some sun tea, and just grab a good book or two and be at peace; not only with the world, but with myself.
I think that's part of the problem.
I'm not at peace with the world. And the world knows it, because it's constantly trying to make me not be at peace with myself. Eternal struggle, constant tug-of-war. It's enough to make someone give up on peace.
But not me.
Not yet.
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4 comments:
I feel u bruh. Just remember the devil don't have to f ck wit the people who are already condemned. The more you care the more you struggle. Great Post!
That's pretty deep.. gotta keep on.
That's my wish too, a quiet place that is my own... but why does it make me think when Cliff Huxtable made the special room for Claire :) They had the right idea...
It's during the moments when you feel that eternal struggle and constant tug-of-war that you need peace. You have to FORCE it :-) Peace is a state of mind. The beautiful thing is, you control it. External factors (i.e. the world) can't win. Grab your Peace. Claim it. Slap that hoe and tell her to sit down...
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