I am at peace. I have a clean heart.
This is a huge challenge.
Things will not go my way.
For instance, a few nights ago, I was bit of annoyed at a music festival. My good friend and I stood in front of our big, concrete chairs. It was more visible to stand than sit.
Latecomers walked in. (It is bound to happen. You wanna come closer to see your artist.)
A good friend saved me my seat, since I had to hit the restroom. Once I came back, people were sitting on the edge of our big, concrete seats. A few minutes later, a worker kicked them out. (Thank you, worker.)
My good friend and I were clear from our space.
Then, a couple appeared. It was too crowded, when they walked in.
A lady asked her boyfriend, "Whose stuff is this?" She asked this a few times. (It was my jacket and backpack laid on my chair.)
She told him, "I am gonna set them aside. So, we can sit."
I was a bit annoyed. I answered, "They are mine."
She apologized to me. Her boyfriend said, "You are not sorry."
I moved my jacket and backpack towards me. They had the half-side of the chair.
A few minutes later, they felt bad. They left. The lady told me, "Sorry."
I wanna be at peace. Eventually, I am gonna run into things not going my way. I cannot runaway from it. This is reality.
It is a sense of regaining my composure. This is life.
Yuh, I was a bit irritated. I took a deep breathe, and remained calm. (My older-self would have taken it seriously all through the night.) I remembered it when my night was over, but it did not take over my night.
I enjoyed the rest of the music festival by seeing 3LAU, Big Sean, and Zedd. Then, I hit a bar nearby, and drank a few beers. Yuh, cheers.
I am at peace, however I will go through rough times. (Call myself a hypocrite.) It is tough to be like Jesus Christ.