Peace and Rest
Ultimately, it is what the greatest percentage of us pursue; peace and rest. No matter how we are classified by the eggheads; hyper, high-strung, bi-polar, manic-depressant, ADD, ADHD, schizophrenic, delusional, or whatever else – when the diagnosis is complete and the pharmacological solution has been prescribed, we are in the end merely seeking peace and rest. And where that unholy alliance of the Sickness Industry and Big Pharma is concerned, isn’t there a drug for every malady, real or imagined?
For those who are wayfarers, it is the desire for peace and rest that stimulates their endorphins and raises the metabolism. They eat what they need to survive; regardless of Michelle Obama’s disapproval. The wayfarer sleeps when he or she can, knowing again that peace and rest will come in it’s fullest. Despite the weight in their packs, the wayfarer knows that that their backs will hold up even when fatigue serves as a lead blanket and snow creates precarious footing. The wayfarer has no other option but to “Keep Pushin’”. Yes, friends, in the “Mind’s Eye” of the wayfarer that peace and rest is the catalyst for the drive to the gold medal that regrettably too few will win – but that victory could be theirs if they merely chose the pathway to the winner’s gate.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are all tired, are we not? But what path do we take to peace and rest; do we arrive at peace and rest through substance or alcohol-induced unconsciousness? By taking that path, do you feel like the Living Dead when you awake? It is that path that can lead to death but not peace and rest.
No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, don’t ever lose hope. There is hope on the path to peace and rest and it is the greatest hope and the sobering breeze that inspires the senses and clears our vision to see that one correct path that leads us home. There is another path and it is wider and easier to travel, but the fraudulent peace that one can experience on it does not lead to rest but ultimately to cold, dark, tormented death.
The day is dark, but only for a time. We are almost home…but our eyes must keep focused on the path ahead. That place of peace and rest may be difficult to see, but know that on this narrow path bordered by brier and bramble that we are on the way. Don’t be alarmed or distracted by the snapping sounds in those bushes. Don’t be lured by voices that promise a walk on Easy Street, because that street is not paved with gold but instead built of rotted wooden planks.
Peace and rest will come when we get home, but there is only one pathway there.