Peace in the world, at its core, is the ideal state of freedom, nonviolence and happiness among all nations and people but an ideal nonetheless.
From a purely personal point of view, however, true peace is a wound – deeply rooted in our human nature and dating back to ancestral times. It is an ideal that all people have been crying out for and all great leaders have been recklessly seeking since the dawn of history. And yet, however hard we might have tried, no system of government, no economy, no ideology that we have created so far could do anything but provide a temporary solution to the actual problem – a mere splint to the actual wound.
Have we been looking for peace in the wrong place? Have we done anything wrong?
Not once, but twice in our lifetime we let the scourge of war bring death, destruction and untold sorrow to all mankind. And even though we might not feel them anymore, the scars of war never faded. They just go on and on and on, up to the point where today, in times of proclaimed peace, we might be asking ourselves: „How long until another global conflict will break out?”
Perhaps we let our might and ideals hinder our vision. Perhaps we confused our will with that of God. Either way, there’s one thing we can be sure of: the present is a great time to be alive. And sure enough we should be forever grateful to all heroes who fought for our rights and freedom and to all those who slowly built the United Nations. They left us with a peaceful world to live in and, hence, it’s our duty to protect, better and pass on this invaluable legacy to all further generations.
It may seem like a difficult task, but it really isn’t. When the world is so set to tearing itself apart, we should just do our little bit of good exactly where we are. After all, „it’s these little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” (Desmond Tutu)