Peace and love, but not necessarily

Peace and love are great. There's no greater joy than to be with the people you love dearly, just having a peaceful evening by a fire, by a lake, or anywhere, really. As you sit together, the thought of turmoil doesn't even enter any of your minds.There is no reason for it. Love is, in fact, a very powerful thing that everyone responds to. As the phrase from a Russian song goes, "It may not be them, for I do not know them by their faces, but when I tell them 'Salaam,' they turn around and give me a nod of acknowledgment." It's a very lovely peace held together by the bonds of love and friendship, and as silly as it may sound, this relationship can bring societies out of the rubble of their notorious past and rebuild nations.
So it's great when people are at peace because they're friends. It's so satisfying. But wait. There's more to it. What happens when that friendship goes sour? I think we all have seen how bitter it gets when two long-time friends have a falling out. Usually it's not a very graceful fall.
Can you imagine the absolute shitstorm that would ensure? That is the sort of violence and conflict that reduces societies to rubble.
So there's that. But what other kind of peace can we depend on? We live in a world where lots of people hate other people. Are we all screwed? Nope. Just look around. I remember staying with my aunt in Boston one week and every morning, like clockwork, these two decrepit bastards would come out onto their respective lawns and engage in the most intense staring contest you'd ever see. I asked what the problem was between them, and my aunt told me that the reason for their face-numbing scowls was that one of them is a Jewish democrat (So basically just a Jew) and the other is a Mormon republican (So basically just a republican.) They absolutely hated each other on principle.
After a bit, I began to realize that this wasn't such a bad thing. Sure, it's very self destructive, but when it comes to everyone else, we're all fine. Property value wouldn't suffer. The neighbors wouldn't be woken by the loud sound of sirens from ambulances and police cars. There is, by most definitions of the word, peace, as it exists between two people's noses; not their hearts.
The really funny things was that they actually felt like they were in the midst of an epic battle.
Even still, they quietly sit there, each man on their own side of their own fence. They're having a mini cold war. And there's nothing wrong with Cold Wars. They're cold. Not hot. A cold war is comparable to two women who wore the same dress to a cocktail party. They'd be mad and they may snicker at each other, but it usually won't go past that.
When it really comes down to it, the most sustainable peace is when you hate someone but are too invested in your own wellbeing to fight. It's when you say "Gosh, I'd kill you but I don't want to ruin my shirt."