It’s not a particular day or the count of weeks that infuses happiness into my life.
You know what does? It’s the prospect of me in the days, weeks, and months ahead — the thought of what I might make of them — that truly excites me.
It’s more than just happiness; it’s a blend of life’s flavors sprinkled with all sorts of emotions and feelings. It’s the understanding that I have choices, the power to embrace or discard them. Where I want to go, what my next adventure will be, how I choose to feel — there’s a multitude of options, and only one me to decide.
I’ve learned that life isn’t about always making the ‘right’ choices, but about cherishing the ones we do make and embracing their consequences. It’s about reflecting on experiences and crafting a collage of cherished moments to carry forward with me.
What brings me happiness isn’t the judgment of others or the struggle to fit within their definitions, but trusting my instincts and pursuing my dreams despite any naysayers.
I find joy in the realization that this life is mine.
Mine to own.
Any blame I place on circumstances is simply an excuse. Recognizing this fuels my determination to live life on my terms.
Is there a better way to live our one short life?