“If it fell apart, it was fake peace.”
So much of what we call “peace” is really just performance. Smiling when you want to scream. Staying quiet when your truth is clawing at your throat. Going along to keep things “smooth,” even though every cell in your body knows it is wrong. That is not peace. That is suppression dressed up in politeness.
Here is the slap: if it collapsed the moment truth showed up, it was never peace in the first place.
Real peace does not require you to dilute yourself. Real peace does not crack under honesty. Real peace does not depend on you holding it all together with white-knuckled effort. If the connection, the job, the relationship, the illusion shattered the moment you stopped pretending, then what you had was not peace — it was a truce with your own self-betrayal.
And yes, letting it fall apart hurts. It leaves silence where there was noise, space where there was structure, uncertainty where there was routine. But that silence is clean. That space is fertile. That uncertainty is honest. The collapse clears out what was false so you can finally build something real.
So, instead of mourning the loss of “peace,” ask yourself: what did I actually lose? Fake peace, or the mask that was choking me? Because the truth is, if it fell apart, it was never meant to last.
More Food For Thought:
Where in my life have I been mistaking performance or avoidance for peace?
What collapsed when truth entered — and what clarity did that reveal?
What would it look like to stop chasing fake peace and start living in real alignment?
Fake peace requires performance. Real peace can hold truth. If it fell apart, it was never real to begin with.
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