Who is in charge here?

Here's a random thought for a Sunday morning - who is in charge here? As with many questions, where you put the emphasis when asking it can change the whole way it is taken - WHO is in charge here? Who is in charge here? Who ? is in charge here? But I digress, it really is about the who after all? And this is a question that works on lots of levels - it can be asked of a family, business, government agency (but please don't - you might have to fill out 12 forms in triplicate just to never get an answer!), a country, or on the most personal level - of a life. When we're children from 1 to about 5 the answer is simple - our parents, or anyone bigger and older than us...which at the time seemed to be the majority of the population of the world. As we begin to step away from the nuclear family and start school, the authority shifts, Mon-Fri from 9 to 3 the authority is clear - teachers, principals, school nurse, playground monitors, hall monitors, lunch room ladies.....you get the idea. When we returned home - that authority shifted back to Mom, Dad, and your pesky older siblings. When we finally truly start questioning the validity of the authority of all these people, ahhh, that's when we think it finally gets interesting. Haha, they all have feet of clay, I teenager extraordinare I am in charge here!! I decide my own destiny, am captain of my fate....and to an extent we are. Particularly if we make some really bonehead decision and fall to peer pressure and try shoplifting, drugs, drinking, driving recklessly...whatever...we can be paying the price for years to come for that....
But it finally comes to us, much later, that we really have no control at all over our lives. This is the point where we finally grapple with the big question - IS THERE SOMEONE(THING) IN CHARGE? It all comes back to change, planning, and life - and where you stand on that big question.
Me, I believe now, (NOTE: I didn't believe this when I thought I was in charge for years and went through life blundering around, making dumb decisions and thinking I was in charge!) that yes, there is a higher power in charge. Call him, her or it whatever you (or your particular culture) like. I just know, that when I fought the idea and thought I was in charge, my life seemed to spin ever more furiously out of control. Now, I know, I'm NOT in charge....well at least not in the largest sense. I truly believe that the answers are within us - that if we listen to our gut instinct, that little voice in our head, and if we acknowledge that we can't control life and hand over the reins to that higher power - that it is then that life finally starts to make sense. Not always, but at least some of the time. It is then that we finally can concentrate on doing what's right for the greater good, instead of on what we think is right just for us.
OK, this could be a tad theological, or many a bit too philosophical for everyone, but there it is - my random thought on a Sunday.....