in the amusement park of life we don’t take the rides, the rides take us
control
there’s nothing to do but what we’re doing until the next moment when we’ll be doing that, whatever that may be
looking forward into the stream of living,
I see hopes, dreams, plans, expectations;
looking back, it’s all the luck of the drift
you can no more lead a horse to water than you can make him drink
the notion that you are the author of your life, however popular and seemingly useful, is a basic ingredient in the recipe for suffering
the illusion of control is the most fundamental (and cruelest) illusion of all
a life organized around accumulating power is a life spent trying to control the outcomes in life
always unaware -
how strong the desire for control -
until a moment of letting go
if I could change my mind, I would