When I had just turned eighteen, I would go out for days on wild drug binges, come back home eventually, wake up around six a.m., listen to Straws Pulled At Random extremely loud on my sister’s stereo and close my eyes… I would fall into a trance, so deep, I wasn’t really conscious of whether or not I was breathing, but Somehow I felt that my body was handling that on its own as I focused on other happenings. and I always felt so relaxed, maybe similar to how floating would feel like, if I could ever, with no concern about how the song would not last forever. Literally living in that moment. And it was those types of short lived moments that I enjoyed far more than the nights before. Which eventually brought me to realizing how true peace of mind does not come from forgetting the problems through short cuts, which would only bring you back ten fold, nor seeking acceptance of others. it was being at peace with myself that I truly wanted to discover, master, true peace of mind comes from discovering yourself and understanding then accepting it, then would you understand others and be at peace with them.