God scatters sweet little innocent children like seeds into the world to be gifts and blessings. I wonder what some of them are fed that makes them germinate into devils that won’t let humanity sleep soundly at night.  

Or, maybe the universe is allergic to peace?

All that comes out of a war factory is blood,  blood and more blood, terrible investments that yield  vengeful neighbors.

Sometimes I get to a new place, usually a home or workplace, beautiful with wonderful people, yet there’s always this troublemaker there who won’t let everyone be. A horrible boss. Quarrelsome parent. Different names, same troublemaker.

Why can’t we all live in peace?

For quarrelsome parents, one day all their children grow, develop wings and fly away. Loneliness keep them company in the absence of their children. It’s then they realize faultfinding is a cycle, and that one day it will be the turn of the faultfinder to get a haircut.

For the warlords, it’s always in courts, in old age and in prison, when it’s too late, that it dawns on them that the fine sand they walk on were once rock of ages, and that nothing on earth remains evergreen for ages, and that the true essence of leadership is service.

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