What will you choose?

Sometimes I think we have to choose to be happy; to make that conscious decision to pick ourselves up. It is possible, I swear to you it is. I refuse to believe anyone who says the opposite. Because in those darkest moments there will always be light, you just have to find it.

Sometimes being sad seems strangely easier. Maybe it is a safety thing; the idea that if you curl up in a ball and hide away inside yourself no one – not even the world – can hurt you, and you can’t hurt anybody else. But for one thing you are hurting, and hiding isn’t easier. That initial push might seem impossible at first, but try to convince me that the freedom you will feel once you have broken through that darkness isn't easier and you won’t be able to.

In life we are given choices. I once read a quote that said the time will pass anyway, whatever it is you choose to do. And it will. So what will you choose? I choose happiness.

(Illustration: created and own by me)