Cinnamon Rolls

[BGmusic: You Don't Have to Say You Love Me by Dusty Springfield - WTH?]

Quote for the day:

“Where’s mah bukket?”

– lolrus

It is the fourth day of this six-day weekend, and I am blogging because I’m quite bored. Not that I’m complaining. I’d pick boredom over the stress of schoolwork any day.

Aaaand… I’m going to be digging into my Mek A Wish page for the first time. And although it’s not what Dxter asked for exactly, I’m going to write about this daunting concept I’m sure we all wish we could have more of: peace.

I don’t believe that world peace is possible. I’m not that delusional. Hatred will always make itself felt in the human race – it’s a fact in this fallen world. There will always be someone bullying the less strong, and sometimes, the rest of us can do nothing else but watch and wallow in our futility.

Okay, so we can’t control the people around us, but what we can do is control how we react to these modern-day Mussolinis.

[I put this in one of my old blogs from way-back-when, and I want to share it again (alright, I admit it, I'm a lazy pig; blame the rain).]

The Real Meaning Of Peace.

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace.

Many artists tried.

The king looked at all the pictures.

But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake.

The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest – in perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize?

The king chose the second picture.

Do you know why?

“Because,” explained the king, “peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.”

DQ’s image of peace: Awhile ago, while the thunderstorm raged outside, my mother baked cinnamon rolls.

And I ate them. ^_^