We spend so much energy trying to keep things the same.
We hold tight to plans, to people, to outcomes, hoping control will keep us safe. But it rarely does. It only keeps us braced for what might go wrong.
I’ve seen it often. The moment someone loosens their grip, even a little, everything softens. Breath returns. Perspective clears.
Buddha said, “The root of suffering is attachment.”
It’s a quiet reminder that peace doesn’t come from control. It comes from allowing life to move, even when we don’t know where it’s going.
Growth begins there, in that gentle space between effort and ease.