Peace Is Not A Prize: It's A Practice
Peace Is Not A Prize
It’s A Practice
They say peace is found in the arms of someone who loves you. That once you have the job, the partner, the house, the glow-up then comes peace.
But let’s get one thing straight.
Peace is not a reward. It's not a final destination. It's not given it's built.
I’ve seen people with the “perfect life” crumble inside. I’ve met women who had it all the ring, the car, the applause and still cried themselves to sleep. Because here’s the raw truth most won’t tell you:
Peace doesn’t come from people.
Peace doesn’t come from things.
Peace is a sacred space within.
It's your ability to be whole in chaos.
To stay grounded when the noise outside screams louder than your thoughts.
To breathe deeply when love walks away, when money is tight, when you don’t recognize the face in the mirror and still whisper, “I am okay.”
Peace is:
Choosing not to respond to every insult.
Forgiving without receiving the apology.
Cutting ties with drama, even if it’s familiar.
Drinking water, minding your business, and protecting your space like your life depends on it because it does.
Peace is a practice.
And like anything worth keeping, it must be protected.
Every. Single. Day.
You have to choose it.
You have to fight for it.
You have to release everything that threatens it even if it looks like love, family, friendship, or a “good opportunity.”
Because if it robs you of your inner stillnes. it’s too expensive.
Let me tell you what peace looks like for me:
It’s quiet strength.
It’s waking up to chaos but choosing softness.
It’s crying, praying, healing and still moving forward.
It’s not perfection. It’s presence.
And that, right there, is freedom.
Stop chasing peace like it’s a prize at the end of some painful journey.
Start practicing it like it’s the daily act of love it truly is.
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