Control

The gears are shifting. I am unsure where the ride will take me next. The question is can I control the destination or is control an exercise in futility, an illusion designed to give the perception of control, when in reality we have no control. I have lived a lifetime of seemingly no control and I have loved nearly every minute of it. I like it when I’m pushing right up to edge. Reminds me of a Van Halen lyric:

You know I’ve been to edge
And I stood look down
I lost a lot friends there baby
Got no time to mess around

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