Intangible peace

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Peace always seemed to be a shroud of false assurance of everything thought to be right, at least in my view, even for the slightest bit or for the longest period of time. At one point in life, all I’ve sought for is peace, peace and peace, and I still do. Although peace is abstract and intangible, and peace is something far from a literal grasp, imagining one won’t hurt, would it?

I believe a peaceful world would mean expression of compassion, expression of kindness and expression of grace among and within. A peaceful world would mean the grass would be greener, the foliage would be fuller, the sky would be bluer, the sea would be more translucent beneath the jolly sun, and be able to truly bask in their glory. A peaceful would mean a truthful gleam in smiles, an elucidation of reassurance painting their eyes, the melody of justness ringing in their ears. A peaceful world would mean that everything the word ‘peace’ molds a picture in one’s mind.

A peaceful world may not be fully realised in this world, but a concerted step might make the world a bit less dissonant with staccatos of malice and destruction and more with languid, mellifluous tunes of amiability and regeneration.

There’s nothing more powerful than the power of understanding and aiding. Different walks of life are bound to collide with each other in brisk momentum, but the affliction would be null if brute judgment took the back seat and true form of charity navigated every direction.

Even a small act of kindness treads a long way.

In the cosmic sphere of globe we reside in, poverty, war, famine, racism as well as issues pertaining to ecosystems and climate always seem to manifest itself in tremendous intensity, in reticent cry of mother earth, in smokes, in demoralising phrases, in tanks and guns, and in creases of the enervated, engraved upon them by the hands of a rigorous life.

Such barbarity, such incomprehension of the collateral effect it imposes.

It should be causing a wave upon hearts which are allowed to feel the great and the worst altogether.

I'm 25 and awkward. Dreaming big so if it breaks, the pieces are in thousands.

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