Writing About Peace is Hard

When I first agreed to take on this task of writing about peace for 25 days, thought it would be no sweat. I figured I wouldn’t have any trouble thinking of some quasi-profound thing to say about peace everyday. I was wrong. I’m not out of material, but I have exhausted my surface reservoir. It snuck up on me. One day there was a forest of trees ready to be chopped down and processed, the next there was a barren landscape of stumps and a lone deer nibbling at a patch of dead vegetation.

Yesterday I didn’t post anything intentionally. Today I was having trouble thinking of anything. I realized the predicament I was in. Then I panicked. Then I understood what my lack of ideas meant. It’s time to mine a little deeper. Look in some different places. Turn over the rocks that can’t be overturned with bare hands. Then I understood what this whole thing is really about. Growth. By the end of the 25 days I should be and expert. Well, maybe not an expert, but at least a grip on some ideas that I don’t yet understand. It’s draining to think about, but at the same time I can’t wait. A new fight to fight. A new struggle. New peace.

I have a feeling it’s going to get personal. I might overshare. I’ll try not to do that, but I like to push limits when it comes to talking about things as ethereal as peace. I really like the idea that peace has to be fought for. It’s ironic. It’s beautiful. And it’s the reason more of us have trouble finding it, I think. I know it’s true for me. I think peace is also elusive when we try to hard to find it. I’m. It sure it something that’s able to be gained through reasoning or unnecessary suffering. It has to lie somewhere in the balance of looking but not to hard. I’m not sure exactly. Maybe when these 25 days are over we’ll all have a better idea of what peace is and how to get some.

I’m going to leave it here for today. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.


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