The older I become, the more committed I am to living in a state of peace. By peace, I mean inner peace, since I have little to no control over the war and chaos that is present around me.
Perhaps my growing commitment is due to the realization that I don’t have an endless amount of time to get my life on track and to live and feel the way I choose, which is peacefully and joyfully. At any rate, I am not willing to delay living in peace, waiting for chaos around me to cease.
When I watch the news and see the exploitation of the weak and innocent, the insanity of wars between countries over borders and the violence that occurs everywhere, I am reminded how fragile we all are living in this world.
We all experience emotions. They aren’t always predictable, nor are they always controllable. As humans, we ride the topsy turvy ride that our emotions create, causing us to hold on for dear life at times, and at others, allow us to blissfully rest and enjoy what is present.
It is interesting to watch how we humans make ourselves miserable by complaining and resisting “what is”.
In the gap of time between slumber and becoming fully conscious this morning, a picture floated through my mind. It was of a closet that contained attitudes. I pictured myself opening a door, and seeing attitudes in the form of cloaks hanging on hangers. Since my day was about to begin, it was time to choose an attitude I would want to wear for the next sixteen hours or so.
I talk to strangers. In fact, I look for opportunities to talk to strangers because I love the magic of connection.