Oftentimes in the USA, we hear people speaking of "happiness." Life is centered around happiness, finding happiness, increasing happiness, preserving happiness, and so on. If a person's life isn't generally centered around happiness, then it's centered around a kind of deferred happiness- behaving in such a way that the afterlife will yield the joy they seek.
But what about peace? We rarely hear people say they're seeking peace or tranquility.
And to be sure, those of us who are caught up in the hustle and bustle of the modern-day USA could use a greater dose of peace.
This morning, I awoke with peace, a kind of peace I haven't felt in a long time. My dreams weren't particularly peaceful or fulfilling, and while I slept all right, I wouldn't say it was tremendously deep or tranquil, at least not any more than normal.
Yet the peace was unmistakable and wonderful. It didn't last, but for the small amount of time the peace hovered in the room, life seemed pretty okay and even good.
Peace, I think, goes beyond merely not having anything to do; there's a definitive quality of stillness and smoothness to it. One might very well not be afflicted by anything in the moment but still might be bored or agitated in some way. This was the opposite of that.
And I do wonder how different life would be if people were seeking to establish personal peace instead of personal happiness. There's an overlap, I think. Maybe peace and happiness are an example of a common, deeper experience that the mind encounters from different angles.
For today, tomorrow, and the next day, I wish you all peace.