Is most of life just throwing stones against the waves?
Why is it so hard for any of us to give up control?
Especially over others?
We know better. We have more experience. We’re not sure that the other person is doing the right thing of making the right choices.
But, in the end, do we really have any more control?
Did our interference lead to a vastly different outcome?
Where is the line between concern and control?
When we are in the position of power, is it control? And does this need for control come from a place of fear, of actions leading inevitably to the worst case scenario?
How often do we ever get to that worst case scenario?
How do we guide without being controlling? At what point is is just manic, and not even about the other person but our own desire for order and certainty in this chaotic world?