Peace, a concept I so desperately wish to grasp, a concept my heart once knew, felt and embraced through it’s blood pumping veins, for it bleeds for what it once attained. A distant memory that the brain can momentarily reconstruct but thy heart cannot feel. Peace, does such warmth exist on our lands? For We have tried to define it, reconstruct it, bend it’s significance to mankind’s ever shifting morals. Yet we still fail to discern such a concept, as the distance between us and ever understanding it grows slowly, like moss on an aging tree, unbothered by man’s creations.
Peace, it truly exists, yet not in the light that we seek it in. Men have tried to wield it, they’ve etched it into stone, or what they so thought it was, the’ve strung it into words, sung it under the stars through dance, meat and drink, yet the moss on the tree continues to grow further as time waits for no man.
Many have tried, many have failed. As men have attempted to attain it through love, happiness, odium, war, coin and everything our world has to provide. However, such cannot be found through these things. As we try to cloak it with the aspects of life that we can either control or create. For what we can control is always an illusion to what really is, and what we can create, we can control, it’s all an endless cycle.
So what is peace If not our humanly aspects and god like creations? Is it god himself? No, it cannot be, for god is only the balancing key between mankind and insanity. You see, men fear what they cannot explain, thus creating reason behind the unknown brings about calmness, balance. He is the balance that was created to bring about calmness upon men. Remember, what we can control is always an illusion to what really is, and what we can create we can control. Thus god is just another aspect that falls into the endless cycle, as he is not the creator of men, but merely the creation creation of men. A creation to bring about balance.
Peace cannot be found in the light that we so desperately seek it in, for the world awakens with a heavy heart when day break finally comes. She only rests once night is upon her. Peace, a dark empty vessel where nothing of this world exists, your heart knows it, for it once attained it after birth, and lost it through the teachings of men. Yet you shall attain it once more when your flesh turns into the soil you once walked upon, and bones become the feeding ground for the vermin below the earth.
So, my urging desire to lay my eyes to rest ever grows. Yet my consciousness prohibits me from carrying out such wishful thinking, so it lingers as just thoughts and thoughts alone, as those thoughts struggle to manifest themselves into a reality.
For death is only feared by those who are unable to comprehend the peace that accompanies it. As death in itself is true peace.
01/01/23.
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