Happiness is a choice –that’s what I want the world to know.

It’s 12  : 20 PM on day 1348 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to pray,  brush my teeth,    feed myself peanut butter sandwiches and a banana for breakfast, read Psalm 35, publish my Disability of the Day feature,   practice sitting up straight to strengthen my core muscles, stretch my hamstrings and  promote my Eradicate AIDS campaign – still on 80% it is the weirdest thing the people I expected would help me with this campaign don’t even ask me about it and the people who don’t know me from a bar of soap are going above and beyond to help me I suppose I’m being too harsh on people they have mortgages to pay and families to support me and my campaign are probably the last thing on their minds which I understand. 

Yesterday somebody was worrying about something they had no control over and me being I said something along the lines of there are so many other things to worry about like the fact that all of us are going to be underwater soon (the person I said that to didn’t find it funny at all) I recently figured out that worrying about things you have no control over is pointless so now if I have a choice between worrying and being happy I choose to be happy. Do you choose happiness over worry whenever you have a choice?