PEACE
A beautiful concept that most hoped for incessantly.
“World Peace”
“Peace be with you.”
“Peace, men!”
“Peace Talks”
The beauty queens, the religious, the sarcastics and the governments all have a thing for such ideal.
But for ordinary men, peace is that, just a concept, a substitute for insincere appology even.
Peace means sorry but I am not, so chill and to each his own – a passport to insensitivity.
At least, nowadays, many found to use the word for such, but what is peace, really?
The dictionary defined it as freedom from disturbance; quite and tranquility, an state devoid from conflict and violence.
It seems to me, they are defining death itself, for humans who are slaves to their emotions will always be wanting:
For food;
For shelter;
For money;
For prestige and recognition;
For honor;
For love;
For dominance;
For success;
For happiness.
As long as there is two sides to a coin, we people will always have a choice…
As long as there is loyalty, there will always be a war…
Conflict will always be present one after another…
Violence will never cease to exist, for it’s our primal instinct…
The sun does not always shine, we do not always have a reason to smile, people have desires and therefore would feel greedy and possessive at times.
Dalai Lama once said that peace in the outer world can never be obtained unless we make peace with ourselves.
But how could that be? Is acceptance enough, does compliance means it is alright? Should we suppress courage and give up the freedom of expression?
To be deaf, mute and blind and be happy for everything, do you think it is possible?
I think not!
When two conflicting sides reached a compromise and abide by it, does it mean peace?
Maybe.
But is that compromise encompasses the desires and will of everyone?
Peace is not a state of just one. It’s a nation of everyone. At peace with one self is not peace – it’s resignation.
But we keep hoping.
Jhon Lennon sings about it with all his heart…
… imagine all the people living life in peace, you may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us and the world will be as one.
And then he died.
Rest in peace, brother John, we would join you and the others someday soon, wait for us.
For we all hope for peace, and we all will receive the gift when our mortal soul finally lay on it’s resting place.
Peace.
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