What a ridiculous question.
“Who is in control of your life?” Why does anyone have to be in control of my life? What does control even mean? And who says life should be controlled at all??
But by all means, let us debate the question. Bring on the pompous philosophies, my solipsistic scribblers; bring on the existential crises and self-affirming verse!
For I might be mistaken. Writing does help one think, help one untangle and re-tangle and stylize the skeins and chains of our much-beleaguered brains. By laboring over metaphors and using sibilant similes to pin abstraction to the corkboard of our pages, we might very well find all the answers we’ve been aching for.
So please, try to prove me wrong. Try and answer honestly, answer curiously, answer wonderingly. Attack the question, probe the question, laugh at the question! I don’t care what you do, as long as your words and pauses and your very punctuation all declare to the world that you have rejected banalities, trivialities, conventionalities.
Because even if you don’t find any answers, at least I’ll have found one for myself: for the few minutes (or few hours, I won’t judge) that you embrace this challenge, someone will indeed be in control of your life.