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Peace is a very strange thing. At one point, I thought peace meant that everything in your life was good, that everyone loved you, and that no problems existed. But now I think peace means being able to love yourself even with all the things that didn't go right. It means not having certain people in your life and still moving forward. It means not finding some answers and learning to live with the questions. Perhaps peace begins the day you accept that you don't have to wait for everything to be fixed before you are allowed to be happy.