No matter how strong you become - life will always be stronger.
We shake our fists towards the sky - scream and yell, whine and blame. And yet, none of our problems go away; did we not create them ourselves?
“What you resist, persists” - Carl Jung.
Your fears will haunt you until you stare them into the face only to find yourself staring back. When you realize with real eyes that all the time, you left the bread crumbs you follow in a circle, then you wake up to a new world.
One that you made, with hubris, against the gods and fate.
We are addicted to no other substance on earth more than control. Not self-control, but controlling everything that does not belong to us. We do this reaching for peace, or at least a knock-off version of it that helps us sleep at night. We desperately desire a calm nervous system, one that messages us “you will live today, you will not die.” And so, we grasp at wind.
Addicted to control, we do enough in the world to keep control, and then when incidences beyond our grasp happen, we tell ourselves lies in order to maintain belief that we made it happen, we wanted that, we are still in charge, or right above everyone else.
Because these incidences will happen. The tower falls, the sun rises, the crops grow or won’t or get destroyed by an outside entity. When we say “we fail” we are preserving our bruised ego, hoping that we had something to do with the failure. Most of the time, we were just dealt a crappy hand and had to play what we got. We didn’t fail. We couldn’t have even succeeded. Beyond control, we must accept that there is more out of our hands than in it.
Beyond control, into flow.