Happy Good Friday to my Kind Readers who acknowledge this day! Today, I want to talk about the fickle thing called control. It's a very difficult concept in all stages of life. Something I personally don't think can be mastered but can only slightly be adjusted.
Let's take for example, an exam. If you choose not to study and to slack off by watching videos or doing anything besides preparation, you'll have a high chance of failing. You can control this outcome to a degree (barring poor professors and some learning barriers). But in another example, say a close friend has to move away. FAR away. You cannot control this outcome. What you can control is how much time you spend with them before they go and keeping in touch with them after they've left (unless life becomes far too busy for either of you).
As I age, I'm willfully aware of how much control I have. If I take my medicine regularly, I won't have a psychotic breakdown. If I don't comment on things online, I don't risk bots, racists or people with poor reading comprehension leaving meaningless replies. If I speak with VRChat addicts less, I won't have to hear their deranged drivel. What I am in control of, I maintain it. When control is a fruitless effort, I let go.
Until we connect again, Kind Reader.