The hopeless puppeteer

Having the desire that life should be like a pathetic puppet theater where those close to you act according to your whims and wishes, is a complete travesty.
The secret longing that those in your life should be mere spectators, encouraging your every move, giving applause for every mistake, to never be in opposition to how you imagine life should play out.
Those who wish to have the role as a puppetmaster,
Nudging the strings of those attached to his/her fingers, while overlooking with watchful and discriminatory eyes how the play unfolds. Carefully planning and orchestrating the moves of those around them to always result in instant gratification for the puppeteer.
Never allowing the creativity, free will, individuality and actions of those around him/her, to be an integral part of the equation.
Not seeing the beauty in surprises, not seeing the joy of the unexpected, not encouraging others to think and live in accordance with the beauty of their core, not trusting anyone to take charge and direction, not appreciating the opinions and values of others as special.
To the person with such a mindset, life is undoubtedly doomed to be boring, uneventful, predictable, straining and filled with nothing but the totally expected, because the unexpected is not allowed entrance into the personal sphere of said person.
The bubble is filled with restrictions, not allowing any room for change and growth, having resorted to building a weak fort, fiercely guarding against anything that might come as a challenge or call for spontaneity.
Being so callous and rigid in his/hers approach to life, that a single form of rebellion and freedom in others, is enough to break the seemingly strong branches attached to the tree. Where the unexpected actions and words of those close, throws the puppeteer into a raging toddler demanding that the puppets be arranged as he wishes.
That the puppets should wear the clothes deemed appropriate to the toddler, that the puppets should sing the hymns and praises of devotion to his plans and desires, that the puppets should only be allowed to recite the poorly written scripts assigned to them, and to never leave the strings attached to his fingers, and go out on explorations and adventures on their own. To always remained chained to the small stage, never veering in another direction. A steel grip of desperation on reality, a sad howl of repressed entitlement.
The toddler not seeing that the puppets he believed he had dominion over, always were free, while he/she was enslaved to the ideal of a reality he could control.
Allow freedom, allow the creative spark in others, love and always be to the best of your own abilties to inspire kindness and joy.