That calm and tranquil feeling that most people recognize as a moment of serenity is a near-constant state of existence for me.
Thousands of thoughts can be tumbling around in my mind, and yet my brain coldly calculates the next course of action without hesitation. I can be assaulted by a dozen different emotions at once, and yet my perceptions remain clear. I can be surrounded by a flurry of activity, and yet my actions are clean and efficient in the midst of chaos.
My finances have been ruined by unemployment because the small business I worked for went under, and yet I remain. My body has been damaged by serious injury and debilitated by grave illness, and yet I remain. My heart has been broken by forbidden love and horrific betrayal, and yet I remain. My soul has been bloodied and darkened by pain and sin, and yet I remain.
Take every object I own and every person I love away from me, and I will remain. Destroy any possibility that I will ever realize my dreams and divest me of my hopes, and I will remain.
Kill me, and you simply take from me a gift that I never earned, leaving me with even less over which to cry.
I’ve found sweet serenity, and you can’t take her from me.