a peaceful situation would be being on top of a mountain playing guitar overlooking the world. I'd need my woman by my side, of course.
What is peace? Thats an interesting question. I guess its a simaultaneous sense of anticipation, accomplishment/acheivement, hope, and not being worried about any kind of harm. i don't know though, I don't think I've ever really been there much...
I guess one situation of peace I've known is the march break ski trips I've taken with my cousins. We would ski in the day... the skiing was fun, and we all are great friends so we had excellent conversations on the lift, too. We'd go back to their cottage (which was right on the hill, you could ski in and out) and we'd just relax and play computer games and talk and stuff, and it was a lot of fun. A lot of laughter. It was always beautiful out (I love the winter) and there were never really any troubles to think of. Some of my best memories are from those trips. Sadly, they no longer have access to that cottage, so we are going to have to plan different trips (although I'm sure they will also be amazing). Its really sad, I love that cottage and I'll really miss it, and I'll love the times that were there. Its kind of liek the song by Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan's Dream.
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
Kind of like that, except isntead of never seeing them, I'll just see them as I did before, but in a different place...