A lot of my life has been wasted allowing other people to control me. Not just my actions, but my feelings, my self worth…
But that’s a choice – not on their part, but on mine. I’ve allowed that to happen. The problem is that eventually the person on the short end of that stick figures out what’s happening and they revolt.
There is one person that you can control. Yourself. You can choose to be a person of character or you can choose to be a selfish chucklehead. You can choose to better yourself of you can choose to wallow in your own misery. You can choose to be patient and kind to people that don’t deserve either. You can choose to do what you say, or you can weasel your way out of things.
I’ve been so opposed to controlling other people that I’ve swung the other way into allowing them to control me. But no more. Not only is that a miserable way to live, it also makes the person that’s pushing you around lose any respect they have for you.
I can choose to look out for numero uno. It’s not wrong to do so. No one else will look out for you in life, certainly not without strings attached, so you choice is to submit to letting someone else take care of you or you can man up and do the right thing.
What’s the right thing? Well, that is situational and conscience dependent. But I know one thing – if you’re doing the right thing, you’ll have peace, and if you’re doing the wrong thing, you’ll be anxious. That’s just about a sure-fire way to tell.
Live your life to please other people and whatever else is true, you won’t have peace.