Peace is a big word. I found a way to give peace. Actually you can not literally GIVE peace, because peace isn’t a thing or a product, that can be given, you might say, but yes: I think I found out what it is. And I will share it with you. Everyone of us can contribute to more peace on earth. I tell you how I do it, almost everyday. It takes a few minutes and costs zero Euro. I’ll reveil it at the end of this text.
The opposite of peace (war) seems to be a bigger issue.
In over 20 countries people got killed everyday and it’s not worth writing in the daily newspapers. Or have you heard of the Assam-War (since 1990), the Nagaland-war (since 1969) or the West-Papua-war (since 1961)? On the internet you find maps of ongoing wars: http://de.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liste_der_andauernden_Kriege_und_Konflikte
There are honorable initiatives who fight for human rights and for peace.
There are several ways to help fight ing war (oxymoron?). You can join demonstrations, go to the army and become a pacifist, or sign up petitions or support organsisations like one, amnesty international or you can start your own campaign like artist Philipp Ruch and put black smut on your cheeks and start to protest creatively against weapon companies like Krauss-Maffei. (His initiative goes by the name “centre for political beauty”). This sounds to be more fun than a hunger strike in front of the brandenburg gate.
Now, here it is: My peace moment. I admit that I cannot quit any war with it, but the feeling that I have is truly peace. It’s the moment when I succeed to get my son into sleep. he doesn’t cry that much. But sometimes he seems to be very sad and he cries. And nobody knows why. The first time I saw him crying till he trembled over his whole little body, I took him and looked at him. His eyes were closed, pressured by pain and fear, obviously. I whispered to him that he is not alone, I am here. But he didn’t stop screaming. He was 5 days old back then. I remember myself holding him and singing George Harrison Songs. Desperate. And slowly feel how his pain entered my soul. He was too small to cry tears. But his tears came, through my eyes. I really didn’t know what to do to help him. There was a war going on in his little young innocent breast and I couldn’t help him giving peace. That was the moment, when I ceremonielly became his father. That was the evening when our bond was sealed and I promised to this little heart, that I will do my best, as long as I live, to find peace for him.
Three months later he cries less, today he drinks properly, no problems in feeding anymore. And more and more today I succeed to appease him. Yesterday he cried tears, real little tear drops. The moment when I hold this little warm body in my arms, and walk around and hum George Harrison hooklines, I realize that my mind is fully cleared, free from any thoughts. I am with him, comitted to this very moment. Peace.
I am sure that what I do with my baby, you can also do with adult people. Of course it is not that they can’t find sleep, or suffer from hunger. Everyone has his own particular war. But maybe if everyone of us take more care of our beloved, to find his particular peace, this might end also the big wars.