We worry so much about all the ‘things’ we can’t control.

The trains, the planes, the people and even the world…

Perhaps we are looking at this things called life all wrong, maybe, just maybe we should be looking not for control, but for those magical moments that happen because we are out of control?

We only have a short time on this earth. Many fill it with worry and doubt, thoughts of “How will I cope?” or “What will I do?”. When you reach the end of your story do you want to look back and see nothing but worry and a life filled with caution, or would you want to see a life full of risk, chance and all the rewards that come with that lack of control you so fear?

I know what I would prefer.

Do you?