No one can really predict what our life path will lay out for us. Some believe in destiny while others believe in fate. But why is it that as hard as we like it to, some things in life can not be and/or do not want to be…controlled?

“It must be your pride. Give it up. Your not looking foolish. In the end you will end up alone. Give…it..up. ” were the last things my friend said to me as he walked away infuriated. This has happened on more than once occasion. My unwillingness to give up control. Why is it that I find it hard to give up control? Had I been raised this way? Could it be, that over the years my selfsih need for constant control has built itself to be some sort of a defense mechanism?

I play these scenarios in my mind over and over to try and make sense of them. I always end up on a question rather than a solution – was it really my fault?

A friend once told me that I should resist trying to make things happen. To listen to the universe for whats its telling me. I know sit back and try to listen to it. I hope that it speaks my language.