As a child, I saw world peace as an ultimate goal and it never even occurred to me that it was a lofty goal.
I thought, “Peace makes perfect sense for everyone, so it cannot be that hard to make happen, right?” As I grew older, I went along with this theory for a while. But I quickly became too concerned with my own lack of peace to involve myself too much in the world.
Then, I focused on inner peace.
I believed wholeheartedly that if my mind would shut up and I could have inner peace, that would solve my issues.
I questioned the ability to experience inner peace when outer peace was never going to happen.
I then focused on love. The kind of love that:
- Sees the truth
- Tells the truth ( but also knows when to be quiet)
- Is sometimes loud
- Gets dirty
- Is ready to go the distance
- Is willing to be waist-deep in someone else’s pain
- Is able to look foolish – fumble over words, shake and be alive, (whatever that looks like)
- Exploring all these facets more and more every day
I found that peace followed. A special kind of peace. A peace that happens when your deepest self begins to emerge and all else falls away.
