Ataraxia

You are tossed, everything is tossed. Like waves on the surface of the sea, it is tossed. Chaos, driven by the storms outside, envelops the sea's outer shell. As you dive a few meters, not much, but a few meters, there is no trace of chaos left. Serenity and calmness greet you, and you are freed from the chaos outside. Your thoughts echo in a boundless, dense void. As long as you can hold your breath, your reward is peace. This is the only thing you can control; the longer you endure, the more you struggle, the more devotedly you serve your purpose, the more you will be rewarded. Life is as long as your breath, and in the struggle with chaos, while you are in control, your will is the ruler of your life.