Control

Let go of everything they said. Don’t worry about the positives and negatives; the good and the bad. Just be yourself. You’ll be able to relax if you let go. It’s not all yours. Let go of everything you can’t control.

What they didn’t understand – what they couldn’t hope to ever understand – was that he needed control. He hungered for it. It was what his brain turned over each day. When he was in control, he felt complete. 

Because he understood his needs, he spread his arms wide in an effort to bring more within his reach. They said he was doing too much, that he had too much on his plate. They asked why he didn’t delegate tasks, or put his faith in others; didn’t he trust them?

It wasn’t about trust. It was the high from being in control. He wanted it. He needed it. He was desperate for it. He was addicted to it. 

Their brains wouldn’t process it. In a world where everyone else was shirking responsibility, he was trying to take on more of it. Responsibility was his control. He’d watched them scratch their heads at his choices. It fueled him to take on more. He was determined to show the doubters you could always take on one more thing and shine.

It’s why he was here now, in total control over the variables of this situation. Where were the voices telling him he couldn’t handle it? 

Below him, the world was chaos. There were flashing lights and people running here and there across the street. They were scrambling for control, but were out of practice.

He was calm as he looked down on them from his perch on the ledge. He felt the high as he prepared to let go. He was in control.

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