A Conception of Misconception

A Piece of Peace

          I pray for peace. Not the old wise tale that has been materialized by the world. Nor the peace that is desired by the modernists. The peace I wish for is not to be fought for. It's not to be sought through some sort of loud and obnoxious event. It's a peace that despite our imbalances, we look to one another without an illusion of our misguided judgement.
          For years, if not since the dawn of time, we have been waltzing along on a path of discrimination. This sort of discrimination is not just narrowed down to the "white against black", "boy against girl" arguments. This is the discrimination against all beings, actions, or ideas. The so called "peacemakers" of the world attempt to distribute their ideas, these being for peace and against war. But how can you hope for peace, if you are against war? Peace must exist upon the existence of an opponent. This is an automatic contradiction of your conception of peace because you are fighting for peace, therefore discriminating against war.
          I don't pray for that peace. The peace I pray for does not involve a contender. Your peace is fought for. Your peace is won by detesting those against you. Why contradict yourself? Why strive for a conclusion that has no satisfactory results? The vacancy that you are left with when you return from war is the same feeling you feel in a moment like this, and you ask yourself: have I really won? The answer will never be yes, no matter how often we long for fulfillment.
          Peace is often misread, or bled for in some improper dispute. While avoiding misjudgement of the term, we may pray for the ideal peace. This "ideal peace" is the proposition that we must not fight for anything, but that we accept what is seen as "wrong" with the world, and not argue against it. That, though, I am afraid is unattainable in this day and age and it always will be.