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"Surrender is not giving up control, it is knowing you never had control"

I came across the afore mentioned quote the other day and all of a sudden I felt something shift within me. The foundation of my thought system received major jolts as I frantically searched for answers.

Until now, what I thought of surrender had association with being something that sounded like giving up when you knew not anything else would work . Imagine thinking it as, you knew all along about the result at the end of the journey that wouldn't be yours but rather than panicking about what that lay ahead ,you chose to enjoy the process for you never had the control to begin with. This is how life should be, I realise.

We keep on panicking about what lies ahead so much so that we miss out our chance to relish on what we have today. There's a constant fear of being left out, a fear of not receiving validation. But, the present time is the only truth that we have in our command. You treat it well, and it will give you pleasant memories but the moment you start panicking, it turns into a regretful past and a messy future.

I have been constantly in search for peace. I tried yogic principles, different forms of meditation techniques, healing principles but each and every time at the end I would be left with a hollow state which shook me from within but surprisingly one fine day I stopped looking for it. I don't remember exactly when or why but I simply started to be engrossed on my own and that is when peace made its way to reach me.

I have understood this simple principle that peace comes when you stop looking for it and surrendering helps you achieve humble victories.

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