Deadly Calm

There is a calm as still as death. It is possible to shut down completely. Walking and breathing but little more. So safe. No risks. No adventures. Never a victim. Never a loss. No skinned knees. No humiliating failures. Yes, perfectly safe.
Oh yes, and as good as dead. Stillborn in adulthood.
Where is the calm that stokes life's flames and thrives in turbulence—that which the ancients call peace?