How you miss being in control

How you miss being in control drives you to overpower masses and lay waste on order and regulations. That’s your part-terrorism definition right there. If you jump a traffic light, you are a terrorist. If you go in through the gate marked ‘exit’, you are a terrorist. If you have mint and soda in succession, you’re a terrorist. If you perch someplace other than your allotted spot, you’re a terrorist. You won’t believe the number of things you did wrong today, that you did wrong this week, or this month, or all your life that lead to my labelling you a Terrorist.

But who gives a rat’s ass about my labels?

No one.

You don’t either.

So stop absorbing judgmental comments and frivolous remarks that don’t define you. Stop it from getting deeper into your skin and washing away all you’ve built about yourself, all these years and with so many experiences. Stop it from outweighing all of that. But more of that later; now look what happened, I deviated in my excitement.

Okay, so you are not in control always. But, I’m telling this to you: You are in control now. You have the choice of reading beyond this comma, or clicking that small but ever-so-powerful Red Cross on the top right corner of this window, which will make me disappear. Or you have a choice to read, and know exactly when and how you get back the reins of this chariot, or simply, “Your life”.

Now this isn’t an absolute. Your environment plays the only role. That is, of course, apart from your will. Picture a classroom, full of rascals that upturn benches and tear posters and throw stationary from one corner to the other.

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!

So, do not go for the fire alarm to make a mess, even when the physics lecture gets on your nerves.

Now picture yourself in a group. Let’s say, for instance, a drama company to spice things up. You know you’re the greatest actor in the house, but you don’t get roles that last more than five minutes. This is one of those occurrences where your shutting up and doing the damned part wouldn’t be worthy of your talent. You need to speak up, and act in accordance with only what your gut shouts to you. Give them the scare! Get your own role. Get one that makes use of your talents; don’t let them gather dust and cobwebs deep inside you.

Fight battles with righteousness. Fight them believing your cause to be the supposed good. Get in control under one condition: Self-righteousness. A boy is given a radio controlled car when he is able to manoeuvre it. You’re the boy. Manoeuvre only when you’re supposed to.

Revolt only when the results are good.

That’s exactly what the Renaissance was all about. It destroyed, and created wonders.

Better ones.