Controlling Is Resisting

You don't know the future.

You don't know whether your plan will work.

And whether it works or fails, you don't know if you'll feel what you expected to feel. ("It's everything I wanted, but I feel empty.")

And even if everything went to plan, you don't know the consequences of the consequences. The good or bad event that changes over time. The blessing that turns into a disaster, or the other way around.

So much so that it's almost presumptuous to claim we know.

Saying "I'm going to do this" or "I'm going to head in that direction" because we imagine it will lead to such and such in the future... is an illusion.

Control is an illusion.

You don't know which inexplicable, seemingly pointless detour you'll need to take to get where you need to be.

The real guide seems to be instinct. Excitement.

Ignoring those calls to push stubbornly toward what's planned, what's reasonable, what looks good, means going against the flow. Swimming against the current. Resisting.

And resisting means suffering.