When
the day’s worries begin to overwhelm me, I recognize that peace is what my soul
longs for most. Just by saying the word, I begin to breathe easier, feel
lighter, and think clearer, allowing me to focus on peace.
Sanity doesn’t suffer, ever. A clear mind is beautiful and
sees only its own reflection. It bows in humility to itself; it falls at its
own feet. It doesn’t add anything or subtract anything; it simply knows the
difference between what’s real and what’s not. And because of this, danger
isn’t a possibility. Life will bring us everything we need, to show us what we
haven’t undone yet. Nothing outside ourselves can make us suffer, except for
our unquestioned thoughts.
I’ve heard people say that they cling to their painful
thoughts because they’re afraid that without them they wouldn’t be activists
for peace. “If I felt completely peaceful,” they say, “why would I bother
taking action at all?” My answer is “Because that’s what love does.” To think
that we need sadness or outrage to motivate us to do what’s right is insane. As
if the clearer and happier you get, the less kind you become. As if when
someone finds freedom, she just sits around all day with drool running down her
chin.
My experience is the opposite. Love is action. It’s clear,
it’s kind, it’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.
