Peace or Love: A Choice in Your Hands

Take your index and middle fingers—both hands.

Bend them. Bring them together.

The shape forms a heart.

It’s simple. Intentional. Alive.

A symbol made from nothing but a choice and a little tension.

Now—turn it.

Let the heart fall. Let the shape shift.

What once pulsed with feeling now rests in stillness.

It becomes peace.

Just like that. One motion.

Two truths.

Love and peace.

They don’t live in the same breath.

Love burns. It reaches, aches, surrenders.

Peace listens. It holds, forgives, and lets go.

And yet—one always seems to lead to the other.

The heart, when held too tightly, softens.

And in its softening, it becomes peace.

But peace is not the end.

Peace, when held too long, remembers the hunger of love.

It starts to stir. To ache again.

And so the hands move.

Back and forth.

Love folds into peace. Peace opens back into love.

They are not opposites.

They are echoes.

Each the shadow of the other.

So when you hold your hands like this—

Know what you’re choosing.

And know what’s waiting on the other side.