Don't worry my friend. Tud sam sem v neki fazi moral priti do podobnega notranjega stališča kot ti, da sem si mal olajšal lajf, kar mi je blo kot rojenemu control-freaku precej težak oreh. In mi še vedno je na nek način. Moj problem je bil, da sem kot control-freak čutil podobne pizdarije v trebuhu kot ti, ko pa sem stvari spustil iz rok, sem se sicer čutil precej boljš in osvobojeno, ampak hkrati pa spet nek feeling zraven, da tud s tem neki ni čist v redu. V zadnjem obdobju se predvsem nagibam k srednji poti med tema dvema opcijama: torej, da z nekega višjega zornega kota je vedno vse popolnoma OK in vodeno s strani višje sile, znotraj tega pa pač po svojih močeh probam narest tisto, kar čutim, da je prav; vendar se probavam ne preveč zapenjat in trdovratno fiksirat na moje lastno vodenje dogodkov. V življenju se namreč stvari včasih (ali pogosto) zgodijo drugač, kot mi to pričakujemo ali hočemo. Ampak na koncu vidimo, da nas vseeno neka "Sila" pelje v smeri, za katero globok v sebi čutimo, da je naša prava smer. Če razumeš dobr angleško... en zanimiv verz iz pesnitve Savitri od velikega duhovnega maestra Šri Aurobinda, ravno na to temo... predlagam, da bereš počasi, vrstico po vrstico: Alive in a dead rotating universe We whirl not here upon a casual globe Abandoned to a task beyond our force; Even through the tangled anarchy called Fate And through the bitterness of death and fall An outstretched Hand is felt upon our lives. It is near us in unnumbered bodies and births; In its unslackening grasp it keeps for us safe The one inevitable supreme result No will can take away and no doom change, The crown of conscious Immortality, The godhead promised to our struggling souls When first man's heart dared death and suffered life. One who has shaped this world is ever its lord: Our errors are his steps upon the way; He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives, He works through the hard breath of battle and toil, He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears, His knowledge overrules our nescience; Whatever the appearance we must bear, Whatever our strong ills and present fate, When nothing we can see but drift and bale, A mighty Guidance leads us still through all. After we have served this great divided world God's bliss and oneness are our inborn right. A date is fixed in the calendar of the Unknown, An anniversary of the Birth sublime: Our soul shall justify its chequered walk, All will come near that now is naught or far.