Control

Control.
Such a silly word.
When you realize that there's no chance of ever gaining it,
life becomes much simpler.
Like trying to nail jello to a tree;
or trying to take something away from a two year old;
it is an obscure, intangible wish;
a fleeting hope.
Realize that control lies somewhere else.
You can plan and be organized, but you need to roll with the punches.
You can prepare, but you've got to be able to adapt and overcome.
Control is a futile opportunity that, when relinquished,
offers you more freedom that you'd ever imagine.

Give it up.
Next!