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What Is Mine to Do

What Is Mine to Do

 

 

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The Hardest Part in the Serenity Prayer

I brought the question to him one day because it had been troubling me for a long time. “There’s something about the Serenity Prayer I don’t fully understand,” I said. He looked up, interested. “What is it?”

“I think most people focus on the first two parts,” I replied. “The serenity to accept what cannot be changed and the courage to change what can be changed. But the part that seems most difficult to me is the last one: the wisdom to know the difference. How do we actually know? How do we decide whether something is within our control?”

He smiled. “That is probably the hardest part.” For a moment, he remained silent, then continued. “The difficulty is that we are not always objective when evaluating situations.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our emotional state shapes how we perceive our ability to influence things,” he said. “When we feel strong, confident, and empowered, we often overestimate our control. We think we can fix everything, change people, solve every problem, and overcome every obstacle. And when we feel weak, we do the opposite. We underestimate our ability and convince ourselves that nothing can be changed, even things that are actually within our reach.”

I laughed. “Sometimes we think we control everything, and other times we think we control nothing.”

“Exactly,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Let’s start with something simple. There are certain things that are directly within your control.”

“Such as?”

“Your thoughts. Your responses. Your decisions. Your actions. Your words. Your effort.”

“That sounds obvious.”

“It sounds obvious,” he replied, “but most people spend surprisingly little time focusing on these things.” He paused. “Now let’s talk about something else. Other people.”

I smiled. “That’s where life gets complicated.”

He laughed. “Yes. That’s where confusion usually begins. People often assume they have more control over others than they actually do.” He paused, then offered an example. “Children. Parents often believe they control their children. But do they really?”

“At least while the children are young,” I said.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “What they control are actions. A child eats because the parent insists. Sleeps because the parent decides. Follows rules because consequences exist. But that is only control of behavior, not of thoughts.” He let that sentence sit for a moment. “Think about it. Even when your child was five years old, you could not control what he believed, what he felt, or what he thought. You could influence those things, but you could never directly control them.”

I sat with that quietly, because it was true. He went on. “As children grow older, this reality becomes more obvious. Suddenly they disagree. They make their own choices. They form their own opinions. And parents become frustrated, because it feels to them as though something has changed, as though the child who once listened without question has somehow slipped out of their hands.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “But nothing has actually changed. The disagreement, the independence, the private opinions, all of it was there long before it became visible. A small child does not lack a will of his own. He only lacks the strength, the words, and the confidence to make that will known. What grows with age is not the child’s independence. It is only the ability to express what was always there. So, when a parent senses that something has shifted, they are usually right that something looks different. But the underlying truth has not changed at all. It has simply come into view, the way a shape becomes visible once the fog around it clears.” He let that settle for a moment before finishing his thought. “That is when parents discover something that was always true. They were influencing all along, not controlling.”

I thought about several relationships in my life. “Then much of our frustration comes from confusing influence with control.”

He nodded. “A great deal of it.” Then he said something that changed how I thought about responsibility. “Your real circle of control is quite small.”

“That sounds discouraging.”

“It only sounds discouraging because you believe control creates power.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. You control yourself. Your thoughts, responses, and decisions. Everything else is influence.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s already a lot,” he said. “It will feel like a lot once you start using it.”

He drew an imaginary circle with his hand. “Most people spend their lives in the outer circle—the circle of concerns—what people think, what other people should do, what the economy should do, and what family members should do.”

I laughed. “That sounds familiar.”

“It sounds familiar because that’s where most of us live.” He drew a smaller circle inside the larger one. “But when you focus on what you actually control—your actions, your habits, your responses—something interesting happens. Your influence grows.”

That seemed backward to me. “If my circle of control is smaller, why would my influence be larger?”

He smiled. “People are influenced by character. Think about the people who have influenced you most. Were they constantly trying to control you?”

“No,” I said, and I thought immediately of several names.

“What made them influential, then?”

I thought for a moment. “Their integrity. Their consistency. Their example.”

“Exactly. The more responsibility you take for your conduct, the more credible you become, and credibility creates influence. The irony is that people who spend all their time trying to control others usually lose influence, while those who focus on controlling themselves often gain it.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I asked another question. “How do I know whether something belongs in my circle of control or my circle of influence?”

He smiled. “Ask yourself a simple question. Can I directly decide this? If the answer is yes, it belongs in your circle of control. If the answer is no, it belongs at best in your circle of influence.”

“That sounds simple.”

“It is simple.”

“Then why is it so difficult?”

He smiled again. “Because, emotionally, we don’t like the answer.” We both laughed. “Think about it,” he continued. “You want someone to appreciate you. Can you make them appreciate you directly?”

“No. I can only influence them.”

“You want your child to make wise choices. Can you make those choices for them?”

“No. I can only guide.”

“Exactly.” He grew thoughtful. “Much of our anxiety stems from trying to carry responsibilities that do not belong to us. We want certainty. We want guarantees. We want complete control over outcomes. We want people to respond exactly as we hope. But life doesn’t work that way.”

“No,” I said quietly. “It doesn’t.”

He nodded. “We are responsible for effort, not outcomes.” That line reminded me of so many spiritual teachings I had encountered over the years. “God never gave us control over everything,” he continued. “He gave us responsibility.” The distinction felt profound, and I sat with it for a while.

As our conversation ended, I found myself thinking again about the Serenity Prayer. For years, I had assumed that serenity and courage were the difficult parts. Now I understood why wisdom sits between them, because without it, we try to change what cannot be changed or surrender what should be changed. Perhaps wisdom begins when we stop asking how to control this situation and start asking instead what is mine to do here. That question quietly returns us to reality.

My thoughts are mine. My actions are mine. My responses are mine. My effort is mine. Other people are not. Outcomes are not. The future is not. Strangely, the clearer we see those boundaries, the lighter life becomes. Not because problems disappear, but because we stop carrying burdens that were never ours to begin with.

 

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The Day Urgency Took Over My Life

The Day Urgency Took Over My Life

 

 

 

 

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I said it half in complaint, half in resignation: “I don’t have time. There’s just too much to do.”

He just asked one question: “Too much of what?”

I paused for a moment and then said, “Important things.”

He shook his head gently. Then he asked, “Are they important, or have they just become urgent?”

That question made me realize something that I was missing. We often use the words important and urgent as if they mean the same thing. But they don’t. And the difference between them quietly determines whether we live our lives, or whether our lives run us.

He explained it in a way that made it impossible to ignore. “Most people,” he said, “don’t lose control of their time because they are busy. They lose control because they respond to urgency instead of importance.”

That sounded simple. Until I began to observe my own life. Urgent things demand attention. They come with pressure. Deadlines. Consequences. An email that must be replied to. A call that cannot be missed. A task that is due tomorrow. They create a sense of immediacy. Important things, on the other hand, are quieter. They don’t shout. They don’t demand. They don’t threaten. They wait. Planning. Health. Learning. Relationships. Spiritual growth. They matter deeply. But because they are not urgent, we keep postponing them.

He drew a simple picture. “Imagine a grid,” he said. “One axis is urgency. The other is importance.”

I nodded.

“There are things that are both urgent and important,” he continued. “These usually take over your time.”

Naturally.

But then he said something that changed the way I saw everything. “Most things become urgent and important,” he said, “because you didn’t give them time when they were important but not urgent.”

That was uncomfortable. Because it meant that many of my “urgent crises” were not accidents. They were consequences. He gave a simple example: Tax returns.

I smiled immediately. Everyone knows the pattern. There is plenty of time in the beginning. Weeks, sometimes months. And yet, we delay. I’ll do it tomorrow. I’ll start next week. There’s still time. And then suddenly, there isn’t. The last week arrives. And everything changes. Now it is no longer optional. It is no longer flexible. It is no longer manageable. Now it is urgent. And because it is also important—it takes over everything. Plans are canceled. Commitments are dropped. Energy is drained. Not because we chose it. But because we are forced into it.

“That is the difference,” he said. “When something is important but not urgent, you choose to do it. When it becomes urgent, you have to do it.” That shift—from choice to compulsion—is where we lose control.

I began to notice how often this pattern repeated itself. Health. When everything is fine, we delay exercise. We ignore rest. We postpone care. Then one day, something happens. Now it becomes urgent. And suddenly, it demands attention, not on our terms, but on its own. Relationships. We don’t invest time when things are stable. We assume they will remain that way. Until distance grows. Misunderstandings deepen. And now it becomes urgent. But by then, the cost is higher. The more I reflected, the more I realized something uncomfortable. Urgency is often not the problem. Neglect is.

I asked him the question that naturally followed: “So why do we do this? Why do we ignore important things until they become urgent?”

He didn’t answer immediately. “Because of what is inside you,” he said finally.

That surprised me. “I thought it was just laziness,” I said.

He smiled. “It is rarely that simple.” He explained that behind procrastination, there are often hidden patterns. Fear of failure. Fear of imperfection. Lack of clarity. Avoidance of discomfort.

We don’t just delay tasks. We avoid what they represent. A difficult conversation. A challenging commitment. A responsibility we are not ready to face. So we postpone. And in postponing, we create urgency.

He suggested something that felt both simple and difficult. “Observe,” he said. “What stops you when something is important but not urgent?”

That question requires honesty. Because the answer is not always comfortable. I tried it myself. There was something I had been delaying, a task that required focus and discipline. Every day, I found reasons to postpone it. I’m too tired today. I’ll do it when I have more time. I need the right mood. But when I looked deeper, I saw something else. I wasn’t avoiding the task. I was avoiding the discomfort it brought. Once I saw that, something changed. The resistance didn’t disappear. But it became visible. And what becomes visible becomes manageable.

He then gave a very practical suggestion. “Don’t wait for large blocks of time,” he said.

That was interesting.

“We often think,” he continued, “that important things require big commitments. But they don’t.” Fifteen minutes. Half an hour. Small, consistent effort. If you have two months, and you give fifteen minutes daily, the task will move forward. And more importantly, you remain in control. That was the key. Control. Not over time itself. But over how you engage with it.

I began experimenting with this idea. Instead of waiting for the “perfect time,” I started giving small, regular attention to important things. A little planning. A little reading. A little reflection. It didn’t feel dramatic. But it felt different. Because nothing was piling up. Nothing was turning into a crisis. Nothing was taking over my life unexpectedly. Over time, I noticed a subtle shift. I was no longer reacting. I was choosing. And that made all the difference. In the end, what he had shown me was not just a time management technique. It was a way of living. A way of staying ahead of urgency. A way of honoring what truly matters before it demands attention.

Now, when I feel overwhelmed, I don’t ask: Why is there so much to do? I ask: What did I ignore when it was still manageable? And, more importantly, what is important right now, before it becomes urgent? Because in that question lies a quiet truth.

You don’t lose control of your life in a moment. You lose it slowly. Every time you choose urgency over importance.

And you regain it the same way: One small, deliberate choice at a time.

 

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When Urgency Hijacks Your Life

When Urgency Hijacks Your Life

 

 

 

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He smiled when I complained. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said. “I keep postponing those things, which I know matter. And then suddenly—panic. Deadline. Pressure. I do it anyway, but at the last moment.”

He didn’t diagnose me. He described me.

“That’s not a personal flaw,” he said. “That’s how most people live.”

He gave a simple example: “You get an assignment,” he said. “You don’t start when you receive it. You start when you have no option left.”

I nodded. That was uncomfortably accurate.

“And when you finally do it,” he continued, “you work hard. You focus. You stretch yourself.”

“So I can complete it,” I said.

“Yes,” he replied. “But only when urgency puts a gun to your head.” He leaned back and said, “Most people think they have a time-management problem. They don’t.”

“What do they have then?” I asked.

“They have an urgency addiction.” We are not driven by what is important. We are driven by what screams the loudest. Deadlines scream. Consequences scream. Fear screams. Importance, on the other hand, whispers. Your health whispers. Your values whisper. Your long-term growth whispers. “And most people,” he said, “never respond to whispers.”

He explained why urgency keeps winning. Urgency creates immediate discomfort. If you don’t submit the assignment, there is punishment. If you don’t reply, there is conflict. If you don’t pay the bill, there is loss. So the brain reacts. “But importance,” he said, “rarely creates instant pain.” If you don’t read today, nothing collapses. If you don’t reflect, the day still ends. If you don’t work on your character, no alarm goes off. “And that,” he said, “is why importance is endlessly postponed.”

I said, “But I do get things done.”

He nodded. “Yes. Urgent things.”

Then he said something unsettling. “Urgency creates the illusion of productivity while quietly sabotaging your life.” You feel busy. You feel occupied. You feel exhausted. But the things that actually shape who you become—learning, health, relationships, integrity—remain untouched. “You’re running,” he said. “Just not in the direction you chose.”

He told me about a man who wanted to improve his health. He planned to walk daily, eat better, and sleep on time. He never did—until the doctor said, “You don’t have a choice anymore.” Suddenly, time appeared. Suddenly, discipline emerged. Suddenly, effort was possible.

“What changed?” he asked.

“Urgency,” I replied quietly.

“Yes,” he said. “And that’s the tragedy. He could have acted when it was important. He waited until it became urgent.”

He challenged another excuse I often hear: “When people say, ‘I don’t have time,’” he said, “they usually mean, ‘This isn’t urgent yet.’” Time isn’t missing. Priority is. We don’t manage time—we reveal our values through how we spend it. And urgency often has nothing to do with values. Living by urgency has consequences that don’t show up immediately. You live reactively. You let external pressure decide your schedule. You surrender your inner compass. “Urgency,” he said, “turns you into a firefighter. Importance turns you into an architect.” Firefighters respond to crises. Architects design futures. Most people spend their lives putting out fires—and wonder why nothing lasting gets built.

“So what’s the solution?” I asked. “Just be more disciplined?”

He shook his head. “Discipline comes later. First comes awareness.” You must see the pattern clearly: I move only when forced. I act only when cornered. I delay what matters until it threatens me. “That realization,” he said, “is already a turning point.”

He didn’t promise ease. “Acting on importance without urgency feels unnatural at first,” he said. There is no adrenaline. No external push. No fear. Just a quiet decision: This matters—even if nothing bad happens today. “That,” he said, “is harder than panic-driven effort. But that’s where freedom begins.”

He ended with a question I still carry: “Are you living by what demands you—or by what deserves you?” Urgency will always exist. Deadlines will never disappear. But a life driven only by urgency slowly loses direction. The moment you begin to act on what is important before it becomes urgent, something shifts. You stop being chased by life. You start choosing it.

And perhaps that is the real work—not managing time, but reclaiming authorship over how you live it.

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