As I look at my daughter I realize that I can only control a very tiny part of her life. I didn’t choose her gender, her hair color, facial features, or skin color. I know that in the near future I won’t be able to choose her favorite hobby or toy. In the further future, I won’t be able to choose the path she goes on into her adult life. The only thing I can choose for her is the foundation her life is set upon and the way I carry myself.
I cannot control every thought every other person has. I cannot convince them to think like me. I can only control myself and hope that it positively influences others.