Pockets of Peace

I miss Bhutan. I felt peace there. It was a slightly complicated time in my life but definitely not as worrisome as my current state of mind.

I find peace in pockets nowadays. Imagine that. Little pockets of peace being hawked on the streets. A little bag to keep safe in your jacket, your bag, or your... well, pocket. And when the world gets too much, you just have to pull that bag out and take a whiff. And all is calm.

Damn, that sounds like drugs.

Well, you can't be addicted to peace itself. You appreciate this peace and you know it's how you choose to react to the world. Your response and your understanding of the larger picture. Your choice to step back and make time for peace. Or is it? It is, in fact, the opposite of an addictive substance which can apparently solve your problems via your state of mind within minutes. However, it does not last forever and the repercussions can be tragic.

I think peace can be learnt, lost, re-learnt, and shared. Oh but what do I know? I am but a human soul trapped within this physical prison of a body in this realm for now. Perhaps that is why I long for peace. And I will try to make time for it. And take it. In the little pockets I find.