Peace has a price today

There are some thoughts.
Some good ones. Some wise ones.
Some that might never make sense.
But they still keep floating over
the clock that keeps ticking.
When they hit you, they hit you hard.
Every face is strange.
yet every face is beautiful,
in its own ways.
Hope in life seems so distant sometimes.
It all boils down to will.
The utmost power we as humans possess.
Its a gift.
Is it?
That is what i ask looking at my own self.
If it is, then all of us are gifted.
Is it how we exercise it? Or
is it the way we break it in ourselves.
All along the sheds of glory and fame people stare at you.
The price to walk the queue of this fame is chaotically absurd.