Everybody wants to be in control. Not evil-moustache-stroking-control-the-world, but over themselves; their time, happiness, success, thoughts, bodies, everything.

Instead of taking control and wielding it, it’s relinquished. It’s given away.

Time is surrendered with a martyr’s sigh to the million things you have to do.

Happiness slips into the hands of another.

Success is sealed into and envelope and sent away with crossed fingers.


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