I had an epiphany this morning.Drum roll, I am a fixer.

I try to fix things, even when it might hurt the very people involved.

That realization felt very unsettling.

I was advising my little brother, and he means the world to me.But somewhere along the way, my advice became controlling.

When I looked back, I saw it clearly. It was exactly what he didn’t need.

I paused and asked myself, what am I doing?

Pain and roadblocks are what make us stronger.

If we never learn to fall and get back up, we may end up living in fear of falling at all.

Isn’t that a scary way to live?

But that’s what we sometimes do.

We fix others because we love them.

In the process, we make them dependent and even weak.

Here is the harder truth I had to face.

Fixing someone without being asked isn’t always love.

Sometimes, it’s selfishness.

It makes us feel needed.

It gives us control.

But love doesn’t take over someone’s journey.

It allows.

Maybe what people really need isn’t fixing,

but gentle guidance, offered with compassion,

and the space to choose for themselves.

I apologized to him.

I realized I have to let him live his life and experience it fully.

Love, when not aware, can quietly turn into control.

I am glad I woke up to this.

Have you?

Light and Love ,

Bindu