Poetry
1 min
Perhaps
Juniper Howard
Struggle and harmony.
War and peace.
Problems and answers.
Are feelings not intertwined so deeply,
it reveals to us the choice we so often desire?
In this case, is it a question of morality?
Right and wrong?
Can we truly say that each individual will choose peace over hostility?
However, with the exception of those few, the public often feels content in times of tranquility,
anxiety tugging at their paranoia of something disrupting the calm state of mind the society has slipped into.
A storm brewing over a smooth lake, threatening to ruin everything.
Why,
why do people allow themselves the pleasure of relaxation?
Why,
why trust any quiet peace, instead of preparing for the worst?
Why,
why have hope for the future when dark clouds will just block the ebullient light of the sun?
In this case, is hope also relevant to the delicate order of man's complex emotion?
Is the thought that the clouds will pass the only comfort provided in hard times?
Perhaps.
Perhaps that is all that can be said on the matter.
The fleeting ideals of hope and morality binding our society together.
Perhaps that is how people keep rising and falling as the waves on the once-calm lake.
Always coming back from devastating mistakes, mistakes that would otherwise break us without hope.
Without morality.
Human emotion is a complexity that may never be truly understood.
We allow ourselves to be content in short-lived peace, finding relief in resolution.
Perhaps.
Perhaps it is because we'd snap otherwise.
Without hope of peace, will it ever really come to pass?
Without hate of conflict, would we really ever try to avoid it?
Perhaps so.
We can really only speculate, for we are only one part of our vast world, although a major one.
We have the power to solve problems, however, a rather large percentage of the populace chooses not to.
But on the other hand, if we have hope that even that percentage could change, perhaps it could come to pass.
If we rely on the ethics of others, perhaps it could inspire others to do the same.
Perhaps.
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