So much of what I can’t control is what is what makes me anguish or what makes me whole what steals away serenity what ties me down what makes me free what makes me feel I cannot cope what feeds my fear what gives me hope what makes some memories live on what makes me angry what makes me strong what makes me lie awake at night what makes me wrong what makes me right what makes me know I can believe what makes me stay what makes me leave what gives me reason to be proud what makes me go quiet what makes me get loud I can’t control each tiny part of life’s enormous work of art. Far better then learn to adapt. You can control how you react.
