We are in charge of our lives.
The Greeks called it self-control.
We can cool our passions. If we find ourselves heating up with anger, we can call on the cool winds of calmness. We are not the victims of our unrestrained passions. I enjoy the eruption of irritation because it gives me a chance to touch the brakes before I crash. At the prime age of 59, I am discovering the joy of self-control. It makes me happy to know that I am not the hapless victims of my runaway emotions; instead I am the master of that ship. Soon, I hope to will be able to go hours, days, then weeks, then maybe even months without making myself the victim of rash behavior or unhealthy thoughts.
It is really up to us. The older I get the more appreciation I have for the wisdom of those bold, inquisitive minds that lived more than 2,500 years ago in Greece those same minds that are as fresh and cogent today as they were then.