Have you ever wondered if happiness exists? Or is it temporary bursts of pleasure that are meant to fill our lives rather than everlasting bliss?
For me, I guess it along the lines of the same mentality of dissatisfaction when I am having a bad day.
I convince myself that nothing can get better and that I should write this day off completely. I’ve already missed our chance of happiness by dwelling on the factors that make me unhappy.
I can’t avoid this many obstacles, can I?
Is this my destiny?
I know that if offered a look into a crystal ball to see my future, I should instantly refuse and quote a famous inspirational person.
See that star in the far, far right corner in the sky? That’s a metaphor for my life plan. Just sitting there, neither dimming nor getting smaller. I’m getting further and further away from it, and until I reach it, I can’t be completely happy.
Will I or won’t I be successful?
Will my hard work finally allow me to reap plentiful, rich benefits?
Why haven’t I gotten this job?
Why is it that every goal I try to reach for is knocked out of my hand when I almost reach it?
Why am I whining?
Why am I doubting myself?
Why am I not fighting for my happiness?
The pursuit of my happiness is in my control. 100%.
Whether it’s the work of God or the result of eating too many Krispy Kreme donuts, the events that happen to me, the acid reflux I endure, are all on me. I choose how I am affected by my life choices.
So why do I have a hard time choosing to be happy?
“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.” -Maya Angelou