control: verb con·trol \kən-ˈtrōl\
: to direct the behavior of (a person or animal) : to cause (a person or animal) to do what you want
: to have power over (something)
: to direct the actions or function of (something) : to cause (something) to act or function in a certain way
As a rock climber I truly believe that there is a place in all of us that understands that what we do in around the sport is not completely in our control, shit will happen and the unexpected will be embraced. This is what makes this sport beautiful and alluring, it is truly different every time you go, period.
Control has never been something I wanted, I just wanted the security in knowing that my retreat to the mountains or canyons will always remain as an evolving bunch of surprises and rewards. I guess I want control, control and power over my security blanket knowing that I can go rock climbing, anytime, its never been a question. The moment I ever consider separating myself from climbing. I quickly remind myself there is no way in hell that I could survive. No way. I need it just as I need water or food, and of course good company.
This applies to my personal relationships to. I do not want control, just security. I love my community and who I spend my time around, everyone is valuable and brings an element to the table. I appreciate the diversity of the folks I spend time around, and the surprises and rewards they provide me daily. I love to see how other see.
Evolution has pushed us into a cycle when danger is present it is linked to physical response, one that we can fight, but it hopeless, taking CONTROL will happen.