Happy

Life is the struggle between Point A: being born and Point B: dying. What we do between these two fixed points is telling of the places we've seen, we've lived, we've been through. It's so telling of whom we've met, we've loved, we've hated and we've aspired to be. Our lives are so complex and ever changing. We have no telling of what could happen tomorrow and yet we yearn for the possibility of a tomorrow. We strive to make our tomorrow's happy if not for ourselves then perhaps for our posterity. But happiness seems to be the common goal of humanity. We want things and people in our lives to achieve this happiness and sometimes after we have them it isn't what we wanted them to be. Perhaps we should define happiness in a different way. not as something that can be achieved when and if something else happens or if we attain something else... but something that we possess only if we let it. I believe happiness is a choice.