If peace had a flavor, I’m pretty sure it would taste like Skywalker OG. One puff in, and suddenly I’m not stressing about emails, bills, or the fact that my neighbor insists on mowing his lawn at 7 a.m. No, instead, I’m basically floating above it all, Jedi-style, completely unbothered.
This isn’t the “knock-you-on-your-couch-and-make-you-a-human-blanket” kind of high. It’s more like the world slows down, your brain says, “Hey buddy, you’re safe here,” and your body finally believes it. The st...