the problem with happiness is that it takes effort.
truly.
how much easier it is to be miserable.
to blame life for unhappiness.
to blame others.
your job.
your boss.
your lack of success.
your singleness.
your friends.
your location.
your health.
your family.
your upbringing.
why would it be my fault?
i'm stuck in this situation and there's nothing i can do about it.
how simple.
how easy.
how entirely convenient.
how difficult it is to break out.
to reach for dreams.
to chase happiness.
to do hard things, to not always succeed.
to face life with a smile, come what may.
lately i've been realising that my happiness is dependent on no one but me.
yes.
me.
i'm taking responsibility.
[please don't fall out of your seat. its not that big a revelation.]
and despite the fact that there are things looming in the future that make me want hide away.
things that i'd rather avoid.
decisions that make me want to curl in a ball and stay miserable.
i know.
i know.
i know that the alternative is not what my life looks like.
i know that making excuses is not what this is about.
i know that opportunities will pass by.
and i know that i don't want to get to the end of my life and wonder
what if?
what if i'd reached higher?
what if i'd faced my fears?
what if i'd achieved the things i dreamt about?
what if i stopped listening to everyone who told me it wasn't achievable?
what if i focused on a god who is bigger and greater and more powerful than any rejection or mistake or loss or embarrassment i could come across?
what if?
this year is gonna be the year, the year you lay to rest all of your fears...
