There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint
    the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all
    the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to
    choose between them.

    One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for
    peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with
    fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a
    perfect picture of peace.

    The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare.
    Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning
    played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This
    did not look peaceful at all.

    But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny
    bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built
    her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother
    bird on her nest - in perfect peace.

    Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second
    picture. Do you know why?

    "Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place
    where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the
    midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the
    real meaning of peace."

    Author Unknown