Are You in Control of Your Life, or Is Life Controlling You?

Call it what you want. Some say, “We expected more,” but got nothing in return. I’d say maybe we’ve just been doing it the wrong fucking way.

Control begins with knowing yourself — and for some of us, that’s a lifelong war. You learn that dogma is just another cage. That social media is manipulation dressed as freedom. That religion, the system, whatever name you slap on it — it’s all control. And me? I’ve never been good at being controlled. Not by anyone. Not by anything.

Deep in my own battlefield, I had to go back to the roots to finally get free. I had to stop playing the game and step outside the arena to really see it. Before that? Yeah, life had me on a leash. From the bullshit job to chasing approval, to being spoon-fed by media — I was a prisoner in my own life.

In the BDSM scene, we like to talk about freedom. But the truth? Many get trapped in their own downfall. What’s controlling you now? Your sexual behavior? Can’t fix your relationship, so you fuck around like a wrecking ball — destroying others to feel alive. It’s like an alcoholic calling it a victory: “Hell yeah, I got wasted again!”

What’s your excuse?

We’re damn good at making them. I’ve made plenty. I’m no saint. I want what I fucking want. And no one — no one — controls me.

Which brings us back to self-control. A priceless force in both BDSM and life. Without it, something else will control us. Whether it’s our animal instincts or someone else's leash — if we don’t master ourselves, we are mastered.

And here’s the worst part: we live like that for years. Controlled. Tamed. Dying slowly in our own little comfort cages. Until something big — some soul-smashing drama — shakes us awake. That moment when the world flips and you’re forced to ask: What the fuck am I doing?

Because if you follow what controls you, you'll land right where everyone else does — in the dead loop: eat, sleep, work, fuck, repeat. Nice life... if you're a slave.

But if you want more, it starts with meaning. If your Dominant side makes you feel alive, why the hell are you denying it? To please someone else? Seriously?

Waking up isn’t pretty. The Matrix nailed that — Neo had to wake up and see he was nothing but a battery.

You want to break the loop? Then tear the blindfold off and stop lying to yourself.