Out Of My Hands

Change. That’s what’s out of my hands.

Change is hard. We’ve been conditioned to think that change is good but what if it’s really not.

 

What happens when you can’t control anything that is happening in your life anymore?

 

Do you cry hysterically?

Find things to keep you busy so you won’t notice how everything suddenly has a life of its own?

 

What happens when everything is rapidly changing and all that’s left is … regrets? Wishing you had more time. Could have paused time.

 

I used to have control over things. At least I think I used to. It’s mortifyingly sad that I no longer feel that.

I think it’s alright to cry.