When I was much younger the way I sought peace with in me was to shout down the folks who made the noise I didn’t like. I didn’t get peace, but I did experience isolation.
Another way I found peace was through alcohol and I achieved oblivion but no real peace.
Whether I’m thinking about the pandemic or the political climate, much of the time my mind wants to vilify those who disagree with me.
However, if I accept that we’re all just trying to do life the best we can and treat everyone with compassionate thoughts and kindness, love, I feel peaceful. I also don’t spread or add to the discord.
I can still set boundaries, but I can do so lovingly and without making the “other” wrong or bad.