Confidently you may say "I do" and in explanation add, "I decide where I want to go, what I want to do, who I want to spend my time with, what I put in my mouth, what I say ..." and that's when you may hesitate slightly.
The wiser ones among us may be more cautious in their reply to such a philosophical question, and before answering, may inquire "Do you mean who influences my decisions or who controls how much tax I have to pay" (because sages know that humans often may not be in control of their actions except perhaps when they want to respond to a basic need like finding shelter when it starts pelting down and they don't have an umbrella).
To be honest, we can hardly say we decide when we want to eat, play, sleep, exercise or meditate. Oh yes, of course we make plans that we are oh, so determined to keep. But then Life, Emotions, Coincidence, Accidents, Weakness, Peer Pressure and Urges also play their part and we falter.
Take my life, for instance. I've been slaving until the wee morning hours at the office lately. No, it's not for a promotion. Or acknowledgement. Not even for payment. And certainly not to save lives. It's just because I'm in this frenzied vortex of better-the-devil-of-a-job-you-
know-than-nothing-at-all without a way out.
So the prospect of making a long weekend into a weeklong holiday has been something to look forward to. After arriving home this morning at 3:30 am (yes, am), I fell into a deep sleep, woke up at 10, packed our bags, loaded the car (complete with bicycles, tennis rackets, golf clubs, you name it) when we realised that we're not the ones in control.
You see, we have no kids, only kits. But like their human counterparts, they play us like fiddles. And when OliverTwist gets a sniff in the nose that we may be getting ready to take a road trip (they always go with us and quite enjoy the car, mind you) he finds a way to slip away without us noticing.
He was sitting on the balcony wall one second, looking ready to join in in the fun. Next minute he was gone. His baby brother, Pi, is in and out the door, but it could be that he may be too inexperienced to read the signs.
We'll leave for our well-deserved holiday as soon as Master Twist makes his appearance. When HE decides to do so. We've been waiting patiently (or maybe not so patiently) since 12:30. It's been 2,5 hours already.
So as I said, who rules YOUR life? ;-)
BTW in the meantime our friends have left without us. They keep calling to hear if Twist's whiskers have been spotted. Their last call made me wonder about the cat's insight: they've just hit a traffic jam and been stuck for at least an hour. At least I can sit in peace on my couch and write this blog while I wait!
HRH OliverTwist The paw is mightier than the jaw!