Illusion of Control

I am convinced that what prevails in our suffering is the disallowance of time to feel.

We can become so accustomed to fast pace living, chronic crises management, and instantaneous gratification, that we fail to recognize we exist in a cocktail of frets, worries, anxious hopes and fearful dreads. Sidestepping consequences, we follow a well-worn path; a ritual of practiced avoidance, as resignation from living and existing on autopilot for the sake of what we deem survival.

 "Busy" is just another way of saying ‘flying blind.'  Too busy for what is important to us; too busy to consider our dreams; too busy to care.

 We’d rather react hastily than act in a deliberate way.  Purposeful and focused in order to effect a situation towards our preference.  Without care there can be no quality; and that's the bedrock gist of it.

    A self claimed promise of safety in mediocre performance; trade-off quality for quantity of episodes of less risk. Our distractions are choices.  Even when we feel powerless to change the selections, we miss the essential truth that we are not powerless to dedicate our attention when making our choices.  That makes all the difference in being in charge and chasing the illusion of control.