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What Is Mine to Do

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

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.

 

Knowing What Is Mine — and What Is Not

 

 

 

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I remember sitting quietly one evening, troubled by a thousand thoughts that seemed important, urgent, and heavy all at once. Some were about people I loved, some about decisions yet to be made, some about futures I could neither predict nor prevent. In the middle of that inner noise, he said something that felt disarmingly simple:

“There is your domain, and there is God’s domain. If you confuse the two, your heart will never rest.”

At first, it sounded almost too neat to be useful. But the more I sat with it, the more I realized that much of our inner chaos does not come from what happens to us—it comes from taking responsibility for what was never meant to be ours.

There are things I can control: my intentions, my choices, my effort, my tone, my honesty, my discipline, my response. And then there are things I cannot control: outcomes, other people’s behavior, the timing of events, health trajectories, how others interpret me, or how the world unfolds tomorrow.

Yet, most of my anxiety comes not from failing at what is mine — but from trying to carry what was never mine to begin with. I worry about whether someone will change. I worry about whether a situation will turn out well. I worry about how something might end before it has even begun. All of this belongs to God’s domain.

And the tragedy is not just that I worry — the tragedy is that while worrying about His domain, I neglect mine.

He once gave a small example that stayed with me. “If a child falls while learning to walk,” he said, “what is your domain? To pick him up, encourage him, maybe protect the surroundings. What is not your domain? Guaranteeing that he will never fall again.” Yet emotionally, this is exactly what we attempt. We try to guarantee outcomes. And when we fail — as we inevitably must — we feel defeated, anxious, or guilty.

Understanding domains is not an abstract spiritual concept. It is a deeply practical one. Consider a painful diagnosis in the family. The mind immediately rushes into: What if this happens? Then what will we do? What if the worst occurs?

This entire chain belongs to God’s domain. When I live there mentally, I become paralyzed, helpless, and exhausted.

But when I step back into my own domain, different questions arise: Which doctor should we consult? What information do we need? How can I support emotionally? What practical steps can I take today? Suddenly, I am not powerless anymore — not because I control the future, but because I have returned to what is actually mine.

He used to say, “Peace does not come from controlling everything. Peace comes from knowing exactly what is yours to control — and faithfully leaving the rest.”

Another place where this distinction becomes vital is in our thoughts and emotional triggers. A painful memory may surface. A sentence someone said may echo again. A fear may appear suddenly, uninvited. These are not always in our control. But what is in our control is whether we chase them. Whether we replay them. Whether we build stories around them. Whether we let them occupy our mental space like permanent tenants.

He once said something that felt oddly freeing: “Triggers are not in your control. Following them is.” This changed how I related to my own mind. Earlier, I believed emotional strength meant never having painful thoughts. Now I know emotional strength means not letting painful thoughts decide where my attention lives.

A thought may arise: “What if this fails?” “What if I am misunderstood?” “What if this goes wrong?” I am not morally required to follow it. I can recognize it, acknowledge it, and gently say: “This is not my domain.” And then return to what is.

This is where internal dialogue becomes crucial. We often assume that self-talk is automatic and uncontrollable. But it is one of the most powerful places where our agency lives. I may not control what appears in my mind, but I can control what stays. I can choose to say to myself: “Not now.” “This is not helpful.” “I will return to what I can do.” “This belongs elsewhere.”

And slowly, something remarkable happens: the mind becomes quieter — not because problems disappear, but because they are finally being carried by the One they belong to. He once explained it in a beautifully human way: “When you interfere in God’s domain, you do not become more powerful. You become more anxious. And when you neglect your own domain, you do not become humble — you become irresponsible.” Balance lies in honoring both.

Another subtle but powerful effect of respecting domains is how it protects us from emotional exhaustion. When I carry the burden of outcomes, I burn out. When I carry the burden of effort, I grow. Because outcomes are heavy — they were never meant for my shoulders. But effort, sincerity, integrity, patience — these fit me perfectly.

I have seen people crumble not because their lives were harder, but because they were emotionally carrying more than life ever asked them to. And I have seen people remain calm in the middle of storms — not because they controlled the storm, but because they refused to live mentally inside it. This clarity also reshapes how we relate to others. I stop trying to change people. I stop managing their choices. I no longer feel guilty about their responses. I remain responsible for how I speak, how I listen, how I remain principled — but I release the illusion that I can engineer someone else’s transformation.

That does not make me indifferent. It makes me sane. And perhaps the most beautiful outcome of this perspective is spiritual. Trust is no longer a vague concept. It becomes a daily practice. Every time I say, “This is not mine.” “I will leave this to God.” “I will return to my role.” — I am not withdrawing from life. I am participating in it correctly.

Faith, then, is not just belief. It is emotional discipline. It is knowing when to act — and when to surrender. When to try — and when to trust.

Over time, I have realized that much of inner peace is not about gaining control — it is about releasing false control. And in that release, something lighter enters the heart: Clarity. Humility. Strength. And a quiet, steady courage to live well within my domain — while leaving the rest where it truly belongs.

With God.

Learning to Live With Uncertainty

 

 

 

 

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I remember saying it one evening, half in frustration and half in desperation. “I just want clarity,” I said. “I just want to know how things will turn out. Why can’t life be a little more predictable?”

He smiled — not mockingly, but with the kind of quiet compassion that comes from having wrestled with the same question himself. “Because,” he said gently, “if life became predictable, it would no longer be life.”

That sentence stayed with me. He went on to explain something that, in hindsight, feels obvious, yet we spend our lives resisting it.

“Uncertainty,” he said, “is not a flaw in the system. It is the system.”

I had always treated uncertainty as a problem to be solved — something temporary, something that needed fixing. He was telling me that uncertainty is not a bug; it is a feature.

“When people try too hard to eliminate uncertainty,” he continued, “they don’t become more secure. They become superstitious.”

That surprised me.

He explained that when we cannot tolerate not knowing, we start inventing patterns, predictions, and false certainties. We start believing that if we think hard enough, worry enough, or plan obsessively enough, we can somehow control life itself.

But life resists that control. “Life,” he said, “cannot be made fully predictable. Not by intelligence. Not by morality. Not even by sincerity.”

Even the most righteous person lives inside uncertainty. Even the most careless person does too.

That was strangely comforting.

I had unconsciously believed that being morally good should somehow earn me predictability, stability, immunity from surprise. He was reminding me that goodness does not buy certainty — it buys meaning.

“This world,” he said, “is not designed to reward people with predictability. It is designed to test them with uncertainty.”

That reframed everything.

It meant that my discomfort was not a sign that something was wrong — it was a sign that I was inside the human condition.

He said something else that shifted my inner posture. “Trying to remove uncertainty is not where peace lies,” he said. “Peace lies in learning how to stand inside uncertainty without collapsing.”

I thought about how often my mind runs ahead of reality. What if this happens? What if that goes wrong? What if I lose this? What if I fail there?

He called this living in the “circle of concerns” — a space where thoughts may feel important but yield no actionable outcomes. “These thoughts,” he said, “feel urgent, but they are useless.”

Strong words, but painfully accurate.

He didn’t deny that such thoughts appear. He acknowledged that they will appear. “Triggers are not in your control,” he said. “What is in your control is how long you follow them.”

That was liberating.

I could not stop thoughts from arising — but I could choose whether to host them.

He gave me a practical mental rule: “The moment you realize that a thought is about what you cannot control, stop. Don’t argue with it. Don’t chase it. Just step back.”

I tried it.

The first few times, the thoughts returned quickly. But something changed: they stopped becoming the center of my attention. They moved to the background. Not gone — but no longer ruling.

Then he said something that made me smile, because it was both ordinary and profound. “Do you remember when, as children, we had to get an injection?”

Of course I did.

“All morning,” he said, “we — my siblings and I — remained anxious. And then it happened in ten seconds. But we had already suffered for hours.”

I laughed — and immediately stopped. Because that is exactly how I still live. Suffering repeatedly in imagination for something that might not even happen.

He wasn’t asking me to stop caring. He was asking me to stop multiplying suffering. “There is a difference,” he said, “between being concerned and being preoccupied.”

Concern keeps you responsible. Preoccupation makes you helpless.

He reminded me that even within uncertainty, there is a great deal I can do. I can seek good counsel. I can prepare reasonably. I can act ethically. I can support others. I can regulate my reactions. I can choose where my attention lives. “All of that,” he said, “is within your domain.”

What lies outside my domain — outcomes, timings, final results — belongs to God.

And paradoxically, trusting that does not make me passive. It makes me focused. Because I stop wasting energy where it has no effect and start investing it where it does.

He concluded with a line I often repeat to myself now, especially when anxiety begins to tighten its grip. “Uncertainty will not go away,” he said. “But your relationship with it can mature.”

And perhaps that is the real growth. Not when life becomes safer — but when I become steadier inside its unpredictability. Not when the world becomes controllable — but when I become conscious about my domain and God’s control.

Because peace does not come from controlling the unknown. It comes from learning how to stand wisely, while not knowing.