I've always known that happiness is a choice. I wake up every morning I have two options:
be happy or not be happy. It is the choice to see things positively or negatively. While in high school, I found this to be really easy. I would go to school every day and nothing would be able to bring me down. I had a wonderful family, an amazing school, awesome teachers, and some of the greatest friends. I rarely ever felt stress and when I did it was very short-lived. I was happy, and I made an effort to choose to be happy.
Over the summer, I met a girl at my little sister's soccer game. We were both cheering our younger sisters on. This girl and I both played soccer and she seemed like a really nice person. What a surprise it was on the first day of Writing 150 when this girl showed up in my class! As the semester went on, I got to know this girl and found many qualities I admired about her. She's outgoing, nice, encouraging, positive, great to talk to, a great listener, and I could tell she really cares. Basically, she was the happiest girl I've met. It seemed like nothing could get her down. One day after our Writing 150 class, as we departed for our next class, I told her, "Have a good day!" not thinking too much about it.
She immediately replied "Of course I will!" Her attitude really shocked me. She said it like happiness and positivity is the only thing she has and is—nothing could ever bring her down; it wasn't even an option for her to have a bad day.
So is happiness a choice? To me, happiness is no longer a choice. Happiness is the ONLY option! If I stop including sadness as a possible choice, then I would just always be happy!
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