My name is Liam, and for a long time, I felt lost. Every day blurred into the next, and I couldn’t figure out why I even bothered getting out of bed. I was stuck in this heavy, dark place, where nothing felt like it mattered. I wasn’t living—I was just... existing.
One night, while scrolling through my phone like I always did, I came across this article on Daily Guru. The title grabbed my attention: “Are You in Control of Your Mind?” I didn’t know why, but I clicked on it. The article started with a simple question: “Are you in control of your mind, or is something else steering your life?” I sat there staring at the screen, reading those words over and over. And I realized something. I wasn’t in control. Not even close. I was letting everything else—my insecurities, my fears, my bad habits—take the wheel. My life wasn’t mine anymore. Then the article said something that really hit me: “Your mind is like a car. If you’re not driving it, someone or something else will. If you don’t like where it’s going, get in the driver’s seat and take control.” It was such a simple way to think about it, but it made so much sense. I’d been sitting in the passenger seat, letting life drag me along. I wasn’t steering, and I wasn’t choosing. There was this one example in the article that stuck with me. It said, “Think about your fridge. When you open it, are you in control of what you eat, or are you letting the fridge decide? If you let the fridge decide, you can’t blame it for bad choices. But if you decide, then you’re in charge.” I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My life was like that fridge. I’d let it control me instead of the other way around. That night, I grabbed a notebook and started writing, just like the article suggested. I asked myself, “If I’m the driver, where do I want to go?” At first, I didn’t know what to write. But then it started pouring out of me. I wanted to feel alive again. I wanted to stop hiding from people. I wanted to do things that actually made me happy, not just numb. The next day, I started small. I set my alarm earlier. I went for a short jog—well, more of a walk—but it was a start. I texted a friend I hadn’t spoken to in months. And yeah, it was awkward, but it felt good to reach out. It wasn’t easy. Honestly, some days I still felt like falling back into old habits, just letting life drag me along again. But every time I felt that way, I’d stop and remind myself: “I’m the driver. I decide where this car goes.” Now, weeks later, things aren’t perfect, but they’re better. I wake up with purpose. I make choices instead of letting life make them for me. I even go back to that article sometimes, just to remind myself how far I’ve come. So, if you’re reading this and you feel stuck, let me tell you this: You can take the wheel. You just have to decide you want to. Start small, one step at a time. The moment you take control, things start to change. I’m not letting fear or doubt drive my life anymore. I’m driving, and it feels pretty damn good. P.S. The story of Michel chasing a pigeon had me laughing so hard—I couldn’t stop! Very crazy!!