Why am I so happy? The answer is simple; because I choose to be. Happiness is a choice, and I choose it every day.
When I was 16, my parents had me arrested. To be fair to my dad, he told me that if I left, he'd call the police. I knew he would. He didn't make idle threats, and I made sure of it by defying every threat he ever made. So I was lying in a jail cell, angry at the world, when something occurred to me. All of those things didn't matter at all. Everything that was bad in my life was, in fact, irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was my attitude.
I decided right then, lying in a jail cell at 16 years old, that I was going to be happy. I chose to focus on the good things in my life, and not allow the bad things to bring me down. I have been happy ever since.
I choose to believe that everything will work out. I choose to believe that anything that isn't great today will be great tomorrow. I choose to be happy.
Plenty of bad things have happened in the years since then, and sometimes I lose sight of my beliefs, and I allow them to bring me down. Then I remember that it will all be okay. Nothing in life ever works out the way you have planned it, or the way you think it will work out, but it all works out. This is something that I choose to believe, and I'm happy because of it.
Would it be easier to expect the worst all the time? Maybe. Cynical people feel like they're always right because it's easier to see the bad than the good sometimes. You need to make more of an effort to see the good every day. Sometimes the good things are so small, and so simple, but that doesn't mean they don't count. Should I remember yesterday for the girl on the highway who gave me the finger, or for making smoothies with Mariah? What do you remember about yesterday? Is it positive or negative?
Bad things will continue to happen, but good things will too. I choose to focus on the positive, and to believe that the bad will turn into good. This is my choice. I choose to be happy. What do you choose?
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