Turbulence
Yesterday on the plane, I once again realized how much I hate turbulence. How my palms become sweaty at once if the airplane drops for even a couple of seconds. I desperately yearn for control, but know I am powerless, and so strive to maintain a steady appearance.
I wonder if it’s the same in real life – I think it is. Except here, the feelings of powerlessness are more subtle and can go unnoticed, being a shady influence under the surface. And the urge for controlling the situation greater, since it’s not always apparent that I just have to place my life in the hands of someone else, also in this world.
The struggle for power and control over your life (and others’) – only to find that probably, the better path is the quest for surrender and love.
However, it seems we are endowed with the ability to want, desire and plan. Where is the fine line between living out that potential and becoming everything we don’t really want to be?
Have a feeling the answer centers on boundaries – maybe more on this on a later time 
2 comments marts 13th, 2008