I have recently met a lot of people who are in search of that elusive peace that stems from within our soul and engulfs us in a protective blanket away from the troubles and problems. Yet what is interesting is that the more they searched, the more desperate they became and more restlessness touched their soul. This is interesting but this is exactly what i have been through and still go through phases of it, though less frequent than before. Peace be it between powers of the world or the powers of the soul, is a rare commodity. To strike that perfect balance we go to such lengths and extremes that the search for peace becomes the most restless part of our lives, and slowly this frantic search takes away whatever little semblance of peace that we had.
I am not experienced enough in life and in this search to guide anyone, but i do have a theory. Sometimes we have to let go of the desperate search, and leave ourselves be. We have to let ourselves float on top of the currents of life. We have to be like that twig that floats on top of the stream, it too is in search of a destination but it has stopped the frantic search and has let the means to get to its destination upon that flowing stream.
We use the peace and calm of the sea as a metaphor and yes the sea is a big teacher at least for me. It shows that to attain that peace you have to absorb so much and bear much more. People observe the sea from its shore, where its vastness casts an image of peace and serenity with every sunset. Yet the never ponder that all the storms and lashing waves that the sea has to bear that no one watches are absorbed in its big heart. The sea attains its peace by being accepting. It touches every shore equally be it white or black and it absorbs everything. But then there are moments when even this mighty picture of calm comes crashing to its shores and causes devastation, as if to say that it too is in search of peace by sharing what it hid in its heart. And from the sea i learn that peace cannot be eternal because mortality is in our essence. If we can let ourselves be, forgive ourselves and do not indulge in self pity, we too like that small twig and that mighty sea can attain our time of peace. Peace that will stem from within, peace that is heavenly but not everlasting. If we accept the mortality in our essence and sometimes instead of searching for it, let peace come to us, we too may be able to find that semblance of it, that will cease our restlessness and grant us ecstasy!
