In the advent of trying to make things work,

It becomes worse,

With the advent of perfectionism,

Failure laughs at us,

On the cornerstone of experience,

Criticism and fear are the grout,

But is it truly through suffering and struggle that we win,

Can't some things just work out without this?

The unclear is a wake-up call in life,

It's an enigma

That in it we learn - that's true,

But the constant stress and fear shouldn't be a way of life,

One should have rest in between and life,

As constant stress brings us closer to death,

But reasonability of the same brings creativity and peace,

So I've made up my mind,

I'm sticking with peace.