Life has its moments. This is for sure.
We all know what stress feels like, We all know what it’s like to have anxiety or to have that moment when something happens, quick, hurry! And we almost crash or fall or there’s almost an accident and our body is at a heightened state of alert.
We can’t live this way. We can’t run at full speed all the time. Whether we like it or not, we have to find a way to pump the brakes. Otherwise, the risk of a personal burnout is severe.

Safe to say that yes. I am a lucky man. It’s also safe to say that I am a blessed man. I’m fortunate to be where I am today. At the same time, I think it is safe to say that luck is often a self-made thing.
Of course, there are people who were born into a more fortunate gene pool whose genetics are more pronounced for a better or more beautiful physique.
Let’s not forget those who were born into financial comfort or the kids who come from the billionaire’s gene pool.

Once more, I begin this with a question.
And this is not a new question. At least I should say this question is not a new question to me. At the same time, I ask this nonetheless.
Is it possible to find peace in a state of unrest?
Is it possible to find clarity in moments of personal blindness?
In the same regard, is it possible to find peace within oneself when there is no peace nor anything around us that resembles the sort?

Do you have fear?
I do.
I know all about fear.
And this is as honest as it gets. I am afraid to be revealed or exposed.
I have fears of being humiliated. I have a huge fear of being alone, unloved or unwanted.
These are real fears to me. 

I have come back to the reason why I started writing in the first place.
This was to find peace. I wanted to know if peace was real and I also wanted to know If happiness was real. Is life real? Is love?
Is it?

It is important to say this.
We have to find a way to make it through . . .
I offer this because not everyone is having the time of their life right now.
I say this, too, because there will be bouts and times and moments with no peace.
No justice or warmth for the hands.

It is safe to say that while we find ourselves amidst the worst of times, it is too hard to see the skyline or find the heavens or, at minimum, there are times in life when it’s hard enough to breathe let alone take a minute to walk away or just regroup.
But we have to.

I know there is always a sense of peace. I know there is.
I know this because I have found this, even in the worst of places.
Even when times are wild or when chaos is everywhere, I know that there’s always something out there.
There’s always someplace to look or somewhere to find peace. Even if this is only in our minds, the truth is peace is still out there.
I know that there is something out there, more beautiful than my words can describe and more lifesaving than crash cart or an ambulance. I know there are rescues for the soul – everywhere.

What are the things that bring you peace?
Is it the sunset? Is it the sunrise?
Is it an old movie that comes on television and brings you back to a memory of when you were younger? Or is it something else that brings you back to a time when life was less complicated?

Of course there are things that we wish would never change. There are times and moments that we wish we could relive or rewind, just so we could see them again, exactly as they were. Perfect, just like the first time.
The lights would be equally bright. The moment could be magnified and as for myself, well, I could slip back into a moment of excess. I could peel back the moment to a place where life was kind and the moment was sweet.
It would be that simple.
Of course, if it were up to me, our dreams would never die.

There is a time which I recall, long ago, and from a lifetime that seems to be so far away.
I was young and on the verge of a thousand different things. My life was changing. My Mother had moved. My Father was gone. My family had spread itself thin and my friendships were changing.
I saw how life would move in cycles. I saw this, just like the different seasons of winter, spring, summer and fall.
There are good times and bad times. There are days when we find ourselves in the perfect company and yes, there are times when it seems as if our loneliness and heartache is payment for the good times, which were less than innocent.
I know this well.