Sometimes it seems that the
distance to peace is equal to the distance between your heart and mind;
Perhaps it’s the reason of you
being oscillating from one side of the equilibrium to the other;
From restraint to recklessness,
from tranquility to solemnity, from soliloquization to introspection, from
intoxication to soberness and from routine to life;
It appears laborious to traverse
the distance and surrender oneself to calmness while you know: there is no
other way;
Indeed it is laborious; it is
tiresome and pregnant with tenacity and fight;
It was destined to be so;
Its’ strange as the person who
loves you the most was bestowed with the greater pain by you to realize your
own existence;
Oftentimes we fall in awe and fail
to know the same labour which the nature is inflicted with to soothe your
senses;
Well it is only the difference to
traverse the distance and sieve peace through suffering;
And to be particular there is no
such distance as the epicenter of peace lies in the same heart which has been
rightly called the ‘battlefield’.
