To believe we are in control
Is the greatest fiction ever told.
Reaching for, attempting to hold
Clenched hands around
You’ll find yourself
Holding on to running water,
As is sifts through your hands,
Always moving, present but never contained.
This need to control, this desire to
Manage our lives and what happens in them
Is the greatest source of pain.
When we fail at controlling
The things that flow on around us
Which is inevitable,
Anguish and sadness wash over in waves.
To let go, to give in
To the flowing water
Take each day as it comes,
Is the greatest gift.
When we realize that our
Power lies in how we react,
In the personal effect, not the cause,
Solace can be found.
Control…an interesting concept. We can’t control everything that happens in our lives, yet we always seem to try. I know for me letting go can be a difficult thing because that means admitting and accepting I don’t know what’s going to happen and that is scary. And yet it provides me great freedom when I can.
What helps you let go of control?