If I had the power to change one thing in the people I meet, it would be to calm the reflex to make an angry reply, or to retreat into the easy fortress of silence.

My parents, both of them very bright, nonetheless fought their whole lives.  My mother was more given to crying in frustration, but she was also good with the cutting remark when she felt it was called for.  My father, also a very sensitive person, used most of his great intelligence to keep the world around him off balance, he was prepared for combat even in his sleep.

After they died I had a realization.  Although I had not fought with either one in the years before their deaths I realized I do not want to fight with anyone any more.  I don’t want to be quick with a tough, barbed comeback.  I don’t want to argue, or win.

I want not to fight any more.  I am trying to practice mildness every day.  It is not always easy to see progress, but it is always there anyway.

That is also my wish for you, whatever version of peace feels right to you.