Gandhi's simple home reminded me of my house in Honduras, thick mud-brick walls, tile roof, and shiney cement floor. As I sat in the shadey compound grounds I thought of how much I love peace and I reflected on how lucky I have been to enjoy such a peaceful existence here on this earth. I felt a strong desire to commit my life to pursuing peace in whichever capacities I am able. However cherished this inspiring experience was, my peacefulness was immediately assaulted as I left the ashram gates by the hecticness that is India. Every extra loud beep-beep of the buses, or noxious gulp of black air, or site of children playing with trash in a squatter camp, or the overaggresive tactics of the street merchants, dissapated my sense of peace until by the time I returned to my small room I don't know if there was much left. Despite all this, I like to think that inside of me, and inside of us all, there is always peace, sometimes life's distractions just make it a little harder to find!
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