I don't know what to say... may be I am at peace, that can be momentary, but the one that I was searching since a long. How easy does it seems to imagine about a perfect life... to fantasize those moments that we had always wanted to live, the memories that we wished if they could have been created to be cherished, the words that must have been said to touch the heart, the voice that could have healed the soul...
We say, magic don't happen these days... but somewhere inside, we always pray for one to be realized. Even when we pray, we ask for the things that we never really wanted to be real. We live in a world that has two faces, one that we wanted to show and the other one... that we have had, as a treasure in heart, that never stops giving us hope when we want... to be lost, that console us that we are still true... when we have become that we never wanted to be.
Peace is a state that you achieve when you dare to sing with the symphony of this hidden world, when you make a stand to face the questions that you always tried to hide yourself from, when you just let go your dearest dream to find its own fate. Peace is when you let the wind pass by you and you take time to smell the fragrance of a long lost memory in it, when you look outside the window to watch how birds stares at you and not just make them fly away, when you don't even need a memory to make you smile... when there is just a feeling of hearing a voice from somewhere deep inside within you, that tells you that you are fine now.
How powerful can be the person who can just bring a smile on your face, without even seeing you or knowing you... how soulful can a thought be that can just bring you out of the blue without even letting you know that you have already lived a whole life with that thought and so now, you deserves to have the best of everything. I am at peace because I have been that thought for someone, once or twice... I have been the smile on someone's face, may be trice... I had once found myself in the screaming happiness of children when their joy have touched the sky, I have felt myself falling from skinny, old cheeks, as a tear of silent cherish that have fallen from the eyes where dreams have been abandon by responsibilities, where the whisper of a silent prayer still enchant. I had lost myself in the warmth of trust that can makes you purblind enough to see the odds, I was the shiver of surprise that was found out of the forms. I was an old letter once, that was written by a friend to share her world... I had closed myself in the eyes to feel the new hope, when the sleep wipes away all the sinful prides. But most importantly, it was me... who found the peace in the silent language of soul of the universe that leave me alone again with the lesson that peace cannot be achieve again and again from the same thing, but it is a thing that you can have from absolutely unpredictable ways, that you can just feel when you have paid enough price for it by being through the painful process of self-recognition... that waves me a sweet good bye with a sign that peace is not a thing that you can wish or work for to have it, but a breeze that you can just be able to feel when you really meant to.
