One of my unusual ambitions in the past was to possess sincere peace.
I used to call it ‘happiness’ in my teenage years, but maturity enlightened me so that in my twenties, I realised I was seeking tranquillity and serenity—sincere peace.
A few times I heard the joke that such an ambition would be fulfilled only when six-foot under and as I look around, I can understand why “peace” is perceived as a lofty ambition.
Sleepless nights, anxiety, stress, and fear abide the masses in the UK.
People who have neglected their first love and chosen the love of money, the house, the car, and the sense of security that money brings…
They have it all, but swim in a daily sea of anxiety. Perhaps they get a holiday, or six per year, but ultimately, they have no peace.
They say “I like it like this,” as their face sags prematurely. They are thirty yet look like forty.
Stress has taken a tax. Their lover, money, has leached their life.
Peace is the ultimate gift. To be thankful regardless of any circumstance, to see a trial in its present day form, to forgive quickly when situations don’t go well…
The greatest lesson I learned in 2016. “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own.”
To be peaceful, one need only focus on being present. But to be present has its own cost as well. It means not trying to control the future. It means making plans but not selling oneself to the expectations of those plans…
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