Control

I watched a 2 year old today taunt her mother
The mother called, the daughter just looked on and smiled
Then the mother gave chase, and the daughter ran
It occurred to me then that the battle for control begins in a child
And carries on into our adult lives
We want to control our bodies, so we diet and exercise
We want to control others, so we manipulate
We want to control our future, so we plan ahead
I’m beginning to despise the word
I feel it leaves me reaching for a sense of perfection that is absolutely unobtainable
Tangled in its webs are the desire to fit in, our definition of right and wrong, and a hideous portrayal of love
It conceives insecurities
It gives birth to feelings of failure
The aching for control leaves us drowning in its wake in the aftermath of crisis
Tell me, is there any good in it at all?