In my garden there are trees. It’s my garden, which makes them my trees, but if I think I decide how those trees grow, I am sadly mistaken. Sure, I could chop off a branch or two, but the growing would still go on, maybe in a new branch, maybe extending the roots, maybe in even more leaves. Those trees bring me joy, and I don’t get upset about how they grow.
In my life there are relationships. It’s my life, which makes them my relationships, but if I think I decide how those relationships grow, I am sadly mistaken….