When life ceases to make sense and routines threaten to drive a wedge between me and sanity, there are few courses of action.
When I was young, the frustrations of what I felt was out of my realm of control would often lead to tears of frustration and anger. As an adult, I’ve learned to embrace my journey with life and time, sometimes doing it begrudgingly. I’ve learned that “control” is the biggest fallacy known to man.
Control is a cruel illusion, the only thing that we have control over is how we accept the obstacles that are strewn in our path. The other element that we solely have control is enjoying this journey of life and time that we have been provided, as it is a fleeting and fragile thing. I’ve found that freeing myself from the pollution of routine that is the hustle and bustle of our daily…
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