Control is a funny thing
A controlling thing
Instead of liberating us
It binds us
Imprisons us
Chains us to always having to be right
Always having to be in control
Always trying to take over
Never allowing ourselves to let go
To surrender
Instead we take on more
Don’t say no
Can’t say no
Won’t say no
We let the list grow longer and longer
Until it becomes topless
Bottomless
Endless
Infinite
And then we get spun round
Upside down
Inside out
Because we are so busy
Trying to be in control
A slave to the ego
Chained to our insecurities
Because having to always be in control
Means we are masking
That we are out of control
Terrified someone will know
We have no idea
Of what the future holds
Rather than accepting
Having control means
Being so confident
That things will work out
No matter what
If we let go and let be
But most of us can’t
Won’t
Don’t
Because
We carry our insecurities
Like a security blanket
Childhood scars
Limitations
Excuses
Stopping us
Hindering us
From
Letting go
Because ultimately
We are so afraid that if we do let go
If we give up control
We will lose
When in fact we are losing all the more
When
We don’t give up control
When we don’t let our minds wander
Be free
Our hands idle
Our bodies still
Our thoughts meander
Instead we jumble our lives
Our thoughts
With unnecessary clutter
Confusion
Control masked by ego
Until
The control issues we think we are suppressing
Become so colossal
So huge
Fueled by
Our need to control
That we lose all control
And then paranoia steps in
The path becomes a jungle
Causing us to fight
Unnecessarily
To clear the way
Until we have no other choice
But to let go
To surrender
And accept that control
Comes not from having control
But from
Surrendering control
Not from harnessing it
Not from hoarding it
Not from controlling it
It comes when we say
I surrender
I surrender all
And mean it
Then let go
And let be
And that’s when we realize
Control is a funny thing
That can never be harnessed
Hoarded
Or controlled
It comes when we accept as Lao-Tzu says,
Always we hope
Someone else has the answer
Some other place will be better
Some other time it will all turn out
This is it
No one else has the answer
No other place will be better
And it has already turned out.
Accepting it is what it is
Where we are meant to be
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