Losing control …


close up of padlocks on railing against sky

Am I in too deep?  Have I lost my mind?  I don’t care, you’re here tonight …

Hero – Enrique Iglesias

Losing control, fueled by a passion for life or love, grabs our hearts when we least expect it.  We weren’t looking for it, but it was looking for us.

And when it finds us, we are totally screwed.

It’s a passion so strong that no amount of reasoning will tame it.  Like a lion focused on its prey, the heart attacks the mind and shreds it to pieces so small that what was once our sanity is now completely unrecognizable.

Passion is the drug that writers and film directors use to lure us into the stories they weave.

We live vicariously through the characters they create and imagine the possibilities that await us if we relinquish our fears and let our hearts have their way with us.

But while the lure and temptation of the heart’s calling is a blessing beyond the material trappings life has to offer, the passion it awakens is not always good for us, or for those caught up in the madness with us.

Unrequited or not, we must learn the steps to the difficult dance of passion if we want it to last forever.

Letting go completely has its place.  But unbridled passion must be tempered with moments of clarity and knowing that letting our passions have their way with us can hurt us more than they can further our growth.

To trash an otherwise perfect life for the sake of the unknown is the stuff that movies are made of.  But life can’t be placed into a neat, 90-minute package with a happy ending. It’s what happens beyond the closing credits that matters most.  While we imagine the story will continue happily ever after, there are no guarantees.

Life simply doesn’t work that way.

But lest you think I’m advocating a life of playing it safe, consider this …

Losing control in a controlled way is something that we should welcome when life extends that gift to us. It’s the juice that helps us thrive on days when the status quo threatens to suck the life out of us.

It’s also nice knowing that parts of us that we thought were dormant forever can be gently awoken, never to be put to sleep again.

Passion will take our breath away, but to live passionately, we must keep breathing.

… Let me stand by you forever … you can take my breath away.

Author: Barb Besteni

I've been in a writer long enough to know that change is not only inevitable, it's what keeps us going. Don't fight it, don't fear it. Embrace it and have fun.

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