Ruminations on Tranquility

In a world defined by chaos, the notion of tranquility stands as a quantum paradox. The more we seek peace, the more it eludes us, invisible amid the noise of a two-for-one sale on existential dread.

Consider the serenity of a pond–does it not mock the very idea of calm? For every lily floating, there lurks a fish destined to chew upon the petals of despair.

We might say, "I found peace," but could it merely be the entanglement of thought and echo, whispering in ciphers constructed from last night's chicken salad? How quintessent is our longing for a tranquil form!