Funny story. After the worst day ever, I found peace. I had been looking for peace for some time. I found it...it was there all along.
I figured a nice hose shower would be great after having sewage spilled on me today. The cold water seemed to flush away all the stress...all the worries. And then I found it. The lone goose that flew across the star filled sky. The grass that gently danced in the wind. Peace...there you were hiding in the chaos. Just I was so wound up that I couldnt find what was right in front of me.
Peace. Its always there but not so clear. In fact, the reason why I...or maybe most people cannot find it is because were too wound up. But is that really a bad thing? Would I have found peace if I didnt have such a bad day? Would we recognize good if we didnt have bad? How about happy if we didnt have sad?
