Where to Find Peace?

I used to traverse the paths of life with a sort of mindless ambition.

Riches and power; the two things I once craved most in life.

My desires came not from kindness, but from the deceptive belief that materialism was the key to glory.

As if a luxury coat could soften the pain of a broken heart.

I would parade myself in garments from the top fashion houses, clad in thousands of pounds worth of clothing.

My bank balance was small, but I would have appeared rich, yet there is one question that remains:

Look rich to whom?

I may have strutted around believing I was the centre of the world, but perhaps the only one who noticed me was my ego.

There’s a curious tale from my youth I often return to.

During my four years at secondary school, I’d spend 30 minutes every morning doing my hair to look good.

When our time at school finished, I saw not a single face from there again.

It occurred to me then that I’d spent days upon days in total, cultivating an image for people who never cared in the first p…