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Heaven. Right in the Middle of Hell.
By DefyingGravity23
26 May 2008
This past weekend, my daddy, my dog and me went up to our cabin. Saturday was a very beautiful day, so I took Nita for a walk back the torn up road. Well, it used to be a road. A few years ago, there was a huge rainstorm and the stream that used to be beside the road is not in the middle of it in a six-foot ditch. But anyway, while we were walking I had a little epiphany. This was my heaven. Right in the middle of hell. With all the evil in the world – war, starvation, genocide – it's amazing how I am still able to find peace with myself. People are dying every day for pointless reasons. Drunken drivers are killing other innocent drivers. Angry men are murdering others for reasons that would easily have been settled. Soldiers are taught to kill, then shoved onto the front lines. Even children are handed guns and taught to kill. There are genocides everywhere. People are starving. Undeveloped countries are falling under. Crazy teenagers go out on random shooting sprees, just for "fun." Drivers go much too fast, causing accidents, injuring themselves, killing other and not even caring. Women are being abused and raped. Children are being neglected. And in the midst of it all, I am so thankful that I have a place where I can be happy. Completely happy. Even if the stream is entirely torn up. Maybe it's those few little places where the sun shines beautifully through the trees, or the water sparkles as it falls over the rocks, or that old stone wall covered in ivy, or the trout darting around in the water, or maybe it’s the perfect contours of the mountains and the pale blue sky above it with fluffy white clouds gliding along with the wind and the wide open fields in front of me, lined my the thick woods beyond them. That is the true feeling of freedom. Peace. Happiness.

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