What is peace? Can it be defined? Of course, everything can
be defined.
Peace is the power to stop. Peace is the ability to take a
deep breath and take a step back. It’s a weapon that only the most powerful
possess. It takes strength to be at peace, cause you need to be able to accept
the shortcomings of others. You need to be able to completely let go of your
inhibitions while keeping yourself together and sane. Peace is not a thought,
peace is not an image of a white dove flying across the puzzled sky, it’s not a
white flag either; it’s the responsibility that you take for your actions even
when the divine voice in your head says, “Screw it, take a shot at that
bastard!” Peace is tiny. Peace is that pesky mosquito that you can’t really
see, but you feel it bite all over.
Peace is non-existent; there can’t be peace where there is
love.
Cause love is instinctive. We can either love each other or
be at peace.
There’s too much love in this damn world… if only there were
only two things to be.
