Take a hurricane, a storm that stretches hundreds of miles wreaking destruction its path, Yet in the center lies the eye, a region of uncharacteristic calm unaffected by the havoc that surrounds it. Peculiar how nature allows such a contradiction, yet many a man does not, how they suffer in not allowing themselves to find a measure of peace despite the engulfing difficulties.

I used to think that it was wealth that lead to peace, it lay in the ability to generate so much money that it would be limitless one would give up counting . The older I get however it seems I had it all backwards, he had to be at peace to point the he give up the counting of his coins and bills. In doing so he no longer attached limits to what he he had, it in turn become limitless and he became wealthy. It was peace that lead to wealth, true wealth.

Pity those with a beautiful face, for it is beauty wasted. Existing in its cheapest and weakest form, unable withstand time, appreciated within a mere span of a glance. Cherish those who did not waste their beauty upon themselves, those who have mastered the ability to apply it to their surroundings, produced a beauty that lasts, a beauty that takes a lifetime to know.

The saddest thing of this life, is that for many its real meaning, its true purpose is only understood in the end. Perhaps that is the curse of being human, to finally be able appreciate life when there is not much left to live.