We always need clarity because clarity brings peace. But the road to it is always through discussions, debates and often arguments. We argue because, with the divergent and opposing views we hold, we strongly feel our views to be right. In relationships, this leaves us embittered. We may have won the argument but the relationship is aggrieved. Relationships are uniting force that gives purpose to life and every bit of our effort to nourish it is going to leave us only stronger and happier.
In arguments, it is necessary to express our views and what we feel is right. This also gives a fresh narrative to the person we are arguing with. But, for our peace of mind and for the health of the relationship, settling to an understanding with peace as a cornerstone is admirable and wise.
For people who are into meditation, it is absolutely essential to allow peace win the argument.

When you are down and feeling blue,
How do you pull yourself out of it?

For me, I turn to nature
Nothing like a nature walk to restore and replenish my zest for life.

I am blessed to live where I can commune with nature

There are those who feed off of the pulse of the city
The hustle and bustle

I say… what ever floats your boat
Just do what brings you joy

Like the ebb and flow of the tides…
The one constant is movement.. no matter how slight

So keep flowing
Keep going
Keep moving and keep grooving

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off…
and start all over again

What floats your boat?

I am grateful and thankful

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī