There comes a time in ones life that you must face the fact that you aren’t in control. It comes sooner for some and later for others, but we all reach it. It being the realization that no matter how brilliant the plans we make are, they can fall apart in a flash.
Yet its not having our plans fall apart that hurts the worst, it’s the lack of control. We all start out in life thinking we are the masters of our destiny only to find out that it is controlled by things we have no power to change. That’s the point when we realize we must make the best of a bad situation and go to plan B. After all you can’t change the past, but that does not change the fact that those around you are going to put the blame on you.
There is a poem that I read years ago that says it best.
I'm not allowed to run the train
The whistle I can't blow
I'm not the one who designates
How far the train will go
I'm not allowed to blow the steam
Or even ring the bell
But let the damn thing jump the track
And see who catches hell.
What makes a person great is the ability to except responsibility and start over without dwelling on the past. Suck it up, put a smile on, and try again.