It is a great discovery that we are capable to put peace into any work of art.

 Life is an artwork. We are members of the same club and we contribute each in our own way.
And we embellish life with our own unique personality.
These embelishments are diverse. That artwork can be truly wonderful. It is the highly diverse and creative pathway that gives you acces to humble alleys, cascading landscapes and treacherous emotions.

That is what my parents taught me and that is what I am teaching myself.
My father loves to feast on his own bravery and my mother has an oppion about anything. They both are ruling their own kingdom, making sure that they get the love that they think they deserve. I was brought up in their image. I have to make sure I get the love that I deserve. I am ruling my own kingdom and I love to have an oppinion about everything and feast on my own bravery. I have lived with my mother all my life, making sure that I would live in her bubble of time so that she could take care of me and I gave my father admiration and a loyalty that would end in death. I did this because I loved the image that they created. I loved that they ruled their own kingdom. They have personalities that command a room, and the room will be impressed by their appearance and how they walk through it, with confidence and grace. I praised them. But as I grew up, I understood what their flaw was; Both of them had a tendency to interact with me only when it was convenient for them. They didn't teach me the value of staying in difficult situations and see them transform into opportunities for self-reflection and growth. Despite being adept at turning life into a celebration, they struggled to teach me the wisdom of navigating life's complex emotions. It's understandable, considering the circumstances—my father left, leaving my remarkable mother to manage on her own. While she did her best to provide me with a loving and nurturing environment, the underlying pain of my experiences remained palpable. I couldn't fault my parents for their shortcomings in attention and affection; it was a consequence of the challenging circumstances we faced. Instead, I became acutely aware of the systemic inequalities that permeated our society. Despite being born into a world that espoused equality, the reality was far from it. Injustices persisted, impacting individuals and communities worldwide, forcing people to adapt to a system that favored some over others based on factors like income and social status. Many fell prey to the temptation of opportunism, opting to conform to the prevailing inequality rather than challenge it. Witnessing my parents' struggles, I realized the damaging effects of a mindset that divides the shared human experience, hindering our quest for justice and beauty. It became clear to me that I needed to channel the positive energy instilled by my parents while staying true to the natural ebb and flow of emotions. By doing so, I hoped to spread harmony throughout the universe and remind others of a time when we didn't succumb to external systems promising opportunism: valuing them as more important than the gentle protection we can give to internal systems. There was a time when our own sense of fairness sufficed, offering the chance to share happiness, wealth, and comfort with everyone. This could happen because concepts such as happiness and comfort were not given form, they were just experienced. And as long as we prolong our need to give everything a certain form , these concepts, such as happiness and comfort become concepts that are determined and explainable. This transformation is very sad. But i get it, the stream of information and the vast complexity of the universe are both tempting, we are easily drawn to their uniqeness, which makes us want to define it, and this quest to define everything around us makes us educate ourselves. and the education that we receive will be so fantastic that we cannot stop explaining and determine the elements that shape these discoveries. And slowly, day by day, we find ourselves in the middle of a big world full of explainable and determined meaning that is a consequence of our education. This would not be so tragic, if we could see the meaninglessness of our actions. Unfortunatly, we think that our actions are very important and it is neccessary to have an opinion. And so, you might find yourself in a world where the information and the complexity of the universe are not only explainable and determined, or valued but also ruled by the stubborness of humans. This is all very tragic for the ones who just want to experience  the meaning that the universe can have. But somehow, they are forced to put value on the things they discover and things like morality and pressure begin to mold them into a person who forgets the open view that is the source of their positivity and through life's challenges, they get bitter and confused because they adapt to our closed mindset. And if they are lucky, they admit to themself one day that they had wandered off from their original course and they want to go back to the unexplainable universe that is ruled by kindness and exploration. But now they finds themself alone, in the middle of a world where the other people still believe in the stubborness of reality. But here it is, where we are challenged to still belief and not adapt. It is not too late to belief in the kindness and exploration of our own soul. It is not too late to extract some kind of love for our inner world from our mind and expose it to the outside world. I find it magical, to alchemise with our fears and deepest pains and transform them into lightness, softness and care. Even though we don't feel and get the support to extract that love, we find it somehow in our own stubborness. And when the time is right, when we again try to share our love with the world and it find reciprication, than we can begin to put peace into that work of art that is ourselves.