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Happiness

People spend their whole lives searching for the elusive happiness, however what they don't understand is they posses it in themselves and have had it captive for as many years as they are searching for it.

When people say happiness is a choice, they mean it. This life sucks sometimes. Hearts become casualties, lovers turn to strangers, best friends pass away, and worst of all sometimes we lose sight of our happiness.

For me, happiness is a struggle. I tend to wear my emotions very visibly, maybe this is a good thing, but that also means when I'm aching, it's hard to choose happiness. I want to hide under a blanket and never surface. I would almost always choose to hide then to show my vulnerable side. This could most likely be a flaw within myself, a flaw that I am working on for sure. However it also shows my true self, and sometimes my true self doesn't choose happiness, because I'm human, and humans occasionally suck.

But the wonderful thing about happiness, is no one can take it from me. It's mine and nothing anyone says or does steals that from me. No matter how derailed my life turns into, I still have my happiness. It's my choice in every situation. Right now, I'm reminding myself that almost hourly, and it has helped me stretch to be a loving and forgiving person. It's how I've held my heart together, and better yet, it's how I've stayed happy, and healthy.

Here's the ways I've found.

I take time for myself every day. This is a time I use to ground myself in my reality, no matter how hard it is. I face it. Because I can't be happy if I'm hiding it.
Then I tell myself the things I love about myself, and the more I've done this the longer the list has gotten, because I've allowed that love to come back into my life. I can be me, and I can be proud of the human I am and am striving to be.

Next, I LOOOOOOVE physical activity. So I work out. Every day. Because there's nothing better than feeling good and reminding my body the awesome things it can do, it also breaks up the day of sitting around on my computer working. That's nice. Also, it's something I love, find something you love and do that.

Finally, I ensure to surround myself with humans who love and support me, who have my back, but tell it as it is. (You know who you are). I keep myself around people I want to be like, because then eventually I can become better.


I mean those are what I'm currently doing and most times, it works well.

Most times.



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