The Controlling Nature
Whilst looking into the organic mess (and it’s not all manure) that has happened in my life over the past 2 years or so, I’m pleased to look back and see that my need to control the world around me is deteriorating. Sometimes I find myself slipping back into the old ways of contemplating how I could make things work, but realise, sometimes a little later than others, that I can’t control all those things. I still plan, I still work things out, but when they don’t happen, it’s no longer the disaster it used to be.
Life is ever changing, the journey is as important (in fact sometimes more important) than the destination, and selfishness doesn’t get you anywhere but stuck.

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