acknowledge it's presence...

if we allow it, nothing is wasted,
all that is said, heard, experienced,
inflicted upon the soul...
can be considered as a stepping stone to the next level of being...
a chance to learn and maybe,
one day...
teach...
this life is dynamic, everchanging,
as hard times phase into good times,
one thing is certain...
those good times will again,
phase into bad...
and so on...
such is the way of things,
the only guarantee amongst all that is not guaranteed is...
life stands still for no one...
to set one's heart on some illusion
that joy can be had and held tightly
is a fool's game...
a game that will render the player heartbroken and singin blues that frankly...
no one wants to hear because they're singin their own rendition...
peace is hard won and privy it seems only to those wise enough to pay mind...
to signs and voices so small they almost fade into the background of the mind's chatter,
almost...
all that is...all that ever was and will be can be viewed
from a place of acceptance...
why the need to fight and create baggage for life's experiences?
baggage that we then, on some idiot's tangent, actually choose to carry forward?
when, if we paid mind to the still, small voice within all of us,
we would understand that what was said and done is over...
and what will be, will be...
and our need to battle in some inner war is devoid of meaning...
if all we choose is anger and strife...
there are lessons to be gleaned from all that is...
and levels to be reached within...
this life is so much more than the ugliness we wallow in...
we only need look around that most obvious of corners to see...
the peace we seek has been there all along and simply...
patiently...
waiting for us to acknowledge it's presence...