When I imagine peace, I usually think about a serene lake, where the waves crash gently on the shoreline,
before receding, just as gentle as the procession.
I think of whispering trees, swaying to the symphony of nature, led by the wind –
their faithful partner.
But what I have discovered is that peace doesn’t always look like that.
When it is two a.m., and my lungs have finally stopped gasping, and my heartbeat finally calms –
When the laughter is loud, and the music is good –
When the seats at the dining table are filled, when the conversation is meaningful –
Peace is hard to find, and easy to lose
amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.
Peace was a sacrifice I made when I chose pride.
It was something I lost when I chose security.
Peace is something I miss daily.
But when I sit on the soft covers of my bed with my best friend,
Breaking the silence with girlish giggles,
I find it again –
And this time, I refuse to let it go.