I want things to go my way. Obviously.
But they don’t always do.
You come out of nowhere and crush my dreams with one sentence.
And then I have a choice.
Do I fight, argue, and resist what IS? Do I add more pain to the already painful truth?
Or do I say “Fuck it,” accept it, roll with the punches and from that place of peace and acceptance move forward?
I think I’ll subscribe to the latter.
Will I complain a little? Yeah.
Will I say “Gee. I wish that wasn’t the fucking case.” Yeah.
And then I’m just gonna dust my damn self off and move the fuck on. I’m going to deal with it. Accept it. And be okay with the fact that I don’t control everything. But I do control me.
And I choose to release control because it just feels better when I don’t fight to keep something that is naturally moving away.
Gravity. Sometimes it brings us closer, and sometimes it brings us apart.
And I just flow with it.