Pop Like a Cork, or Choose Peace

How my beliefs were challenged by a fellow writer

In my last post, I wrote about choosing peace. This notion, this belief, this way of life was tested this week. I had a fellow writer, pilfer my thoughts, and publish them, with accompanying notoriety.

     It made the internal cork in me, pop open, fly through the air and land in a sea of anger and disbelief.

     It was not the first time I had experienced competitive writers. Long ago, when I was attending Syracuse U. in their prestigious journalism school, I was gob smacked by the choices my classmates made. I would casually mention an idea I had for a writing piece, and then see that they had stolen my idea and gained credit/great grades for this. How could they do this to me? I thought we were “all in this together.” We are not.

     This saddens me, breaks my tender heart, and yanks at my core belief that if we were all kind and caring, we truly could achieve a peace and contentment, as yet unseen in this world.

     I must deal in reality as well as my vision and belief in choosing peace. I can hold both truths, one in one hand, and one in the other.

     Writing, is a creative process for me, an outlet for my stories, thoughts, memories and so many other aspects of life in the conscious and unconscious. I will not let anyone take that from me.

     And so, I choose peace yet again. Why? Because, I love my truth, and the truth at the core of me, is that I believe in me.

     Tell me about a time, your inner truth was challenged. Write about it below if you would please. Thank you for taking the time to read my piece.