I met him on the high road, the road to the Mystic’s Temple. It was known that the Mystic traveled this road, but the chances of actually seeing him, or talking to him were very small. I traveled with him for over twenty miles before figuring out who he was. I finally caught on when he made a very interesting comment about something I said. It was looking at a problem from an angle I’d never thought of. From that point on I treated the journey as a pilgrimage. It was the most enlightening experience of my life.

After I’d guessed who he was it took me a while to get up the nerve to speak again. Finally I asked him, “Is there a path to true inner peace?”

“If there is,” he answered, ” I have yet to find it. The best I think you can do is enjoy the moments of peace as they come. Most of the time they come when you wouldn’t expect them to. A moment drinking a cup of tea. Watching clouds being driven by the wind. If you can just accept these moments as they come I think you’ll find they are enough to get you through the times when peace is not possible.”

I’ve tried to follow this advice as best I can. I have found that he was right, that those small moments of peace allow you to endure the most trying of experiences.