Peace & Laughter
For a while, I’ve been saying:
“One day, I’m moving to an island — just me, the ocean, and peace and quiet.”
Maybe it’s the noise of life that makes us crave stillness more as we age — the constant buzz, the endless news cycle, the world spinning faster than our knees can keep up.
Then my granddaughter looked up at me with those big, honest eyes and said:
“No, Oupa. How can I visit you then?”
And Just Like That…
And just like that, all my grand plans for solitude got wrecked by love.
It hit me: maybe peace isn’t about escaping the noise. It’s about finding stillness right in the middle of it.
Because even on that imaginary island, what would I miss most?
Not the quiet… but the laughter, the chaos, the little voices that pull me back to what really matters.
We all need rest. We all dream of peace. But sometimes, the interruptions are the very moments that bring us back to life.
So today’s journal entry ends like this:
“Maybe peace isn’t a place.
Maybe it’s a person… or a small voice that says, ‘I want to visit you there.’”
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Until next time,
Keep on laughing…