The Choice

You know I sometimes find it funny when people say stuff like "That bitch ruined my day" or "He's the reason for all my problems". I simply don't get them. I don't get how we go around blaming everyone else for our sorrows, problems and failures when the truth is that being happy is the choice which we make for ourselves. You know, once somebody told me that there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who lie alone in their beds and cry themselves to sleep, and those who dance in the rain and live in the moment. What I have come to understand is that we can always choose which one we wanna be.

I have always believed that we can find good in anything. Even in saddest times, there is always something we can be happy about. Sometimes it can also be something as hopeless as an almost forgotten memory. All we have to do is to see it and hold on to it. On the other side we also have the choice of not only ignoring the good stuff in our lives but all also of  taking everything good and twisting it up until its all broken and dark. But you know what's the weird thing? Its our choice every time. I know many people who love to blame others for every little thing that screws up in theirs lives and the reason for that is that somewhere deep inside they  don't want to believe that they are actually the ones who are causing themselves so much pain. 

You know you always have that choice. You can crave things you don't have or just start to appreciate the ones you do. You can go around dreaming about all the things you could've been or you can just, for once accept yourself for who you are. You can yearn for people who are never gonna care about you or you can start caring about those who already love you. All this time, I haven't been much of person who danced in the rain or lived in the moment but starting from now I'll try. I'll try choosing what I deserve. I'll try choosing happiness. I won't let myself ruin it for me and I'll try to make most of it. Everybody has that choice and well, I just made mine.