Choice

I've been doing a bit of thinking lately. I've also been doing a bit of retrospective reflecting on my life and as I took both into consideration, one faint yet solid thought continues to recur: happiness has been, is, and quite possibly might be something I have complete and utter control over. 

I choose indulge myself in and surround myself with the people and things that make me happy; be it friends I choose to spend time with, a person I commit to being in relationship with, the things I buy, the choices I make, everything ultimately boils down to my decision and consequent will to surrender and accept this happiness that I--and I am sure that many--so desperately seek.

I've always worked for what I have; nothing was ever given to me on a silver or gold platter and I am beginning to see the same ethos being applied to my mood/emotions. It's quite intriguing to finally obtain the insight that what initially seemed so natural to the human mind, is actually a well-covered, almost invisible display of repetitive, circular actions: choice.