OAK VS WILLOW

I have been a "mighty oak" most of my life. I have made a plan and been rigid in executing that plan. I have fought long and hard over something I believed. I have preached, pushed, debated, and convinced others that my way was the only way. I have made a point of always being "right".
Boy, am I tired!
It has finally come to me that I have spent all this time and all this energy, but so much of life happens as it is going to happen anyways. Someone said to me once that they only worry about the things that they can control and the older they get, they realize that they control very little. At twenty years old, those were only words. At fifty five years old, they become gospel.
So, I am less and less a "mighty oak". I am trying to be more of a "willow". The willow has its strength, even as it bends in the wind. I choose my battles more carefully. I care less about being right than being happy. Right was often a scratchy suit of wool. Happy is a soft, fuzzy blanket. Both keep you warm, but one feels much better on the skin.