I Choose Peace

                         Blue for Green ~ Philip Brent

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


I Choose Peace

When in life we reach an age, a need, a trial, a test, the razor’s edge. Delving deeper, pondering, reflecting, remembering, planning, hoping, denying, angry, we bargain, we grieve while craving peace, acceptance. Until we understand acceptance is a choice with nothing and much to say. I wonder the reason for my being, my being still, my unique voice, my song. Why should I be alive when others perish from slips and tries, foolishness? To survive the stupidity of my youth, head shots, concussions, fractured skulls, a carjacking half a world away, to live, to walk away confused, to tell my tale.

To survive the stupidity of my youth…

I never expected to reach my current age, such a time unimaginable in youth. Hubris of tender years, invincible, believing, hoping only the good die young. Oh, how we want to be the good, though by this we think looks, talent, money. Or try to emulate adults, so innocent, many do not survive their elders, hate. Still, here I sit, trying to pry the blinders from my soul and from my eyes, to believe that I matter, that this is not the blind hubris of my current years. Pushing, prodding, straining, alone, I struggle to change the scenery on stage. I know that knowing how much I do not know, a start, will not bring change.

The same is true of living in peace…

I rail against organized hatred, fear driven, greed driven, prejudice, murder, politics, religions, crime lords, cartels, corruption everywhere, at every level. Senseless, painful, frightening though they may be, they do not, cannot matter. Threats, confusion, misdirection, a human obstacle course to distract, mislead. Guns, bombs, conflict, genocide, ever-present dangers, yet not their own cause. War, the monkey-demon of our youth, patriotism disguises mere power struggles.
Savage conflicts where hundreds, thousands and millions die alone, die together, offered the sop of country, cause, glory, honor, religion, more dogma than faith.

Why should I be alive…

Uptown mansion, downtown home, country cabin, slum-made cardboard refuge, when we callously destroy the places that we live, eyes open with closed hearts. We die among massed humanity, not special now, the only question being how. To wander diseased, wounded, to starve or die of thirst, a searing nova flash, ash. Do we court death while believing we alone will be somehow saved from the fall? Our power, wealth, lineage, race, color, faith, guns and walls will not protect us. No, we say, we are living for our promised afterlife, and, if so, then are we living?
In all our hate, fear and rage how can we believe our chosen paradise will suit us? Like a lottery winner on a rampant spree, a sprint toward crippling debt, death.  We cannot manage our only resource, our home, before, how could we then after? The same is true of living in peace, love, understanding and why we cherish saints. Precepts of most heavens, lives-after, so I’ve been told; how will we ever manage?

By this I hope to prove to me, to you, we are in no way sacred, special. Yet, we feel, think, dream, wonder alone inside our hearts, our heads, our spirits, because we all live alone, together, unique in our quest, in our understanding. So, you and I, everyone is only what we choose, become, savior or destroyer, both. I think, believe, hope we will live outside our base procreation to make this choice. Tired tropes the cynical among us will cry, good and evil in their constant combat. I feel it’s more a simple tale of opposites, on/off, with no values but what we decide
Our unique choice is nothing more than how we choose to live.

I choose peace.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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