Happiness wasn’t so distant, actually. Just a little beyond our fingertips, like grasping mist through a half remembered dream. It wasn’t complicated or endlessly multidimensional like misery, it was quite simple really. It was that moment right before waking, where the angels of slumber gently glide their fingers over your skin as you float within the warm clouds of your bed. It was the beginning of a smile, while the emotion is still raw and isn’t judged, or quantified, or remorsed, but just is. But though simple, happiness was never easy. When our lives are so deeply rooted in those that would love and leave us. When our notion of self worth is a reflection of how others that would belittle and despise us would view our selves. When we live in a world where beauty is skin deep and heroism is celebrated briefly but tragedy consumes us for years. You’re right, happiness isn’t easy. But happiness was always a choice. It’s a choice to acknowledge what you do have, instead of dwelling on what you don’t. It’s a choice to wake up to the freshly created existence of the new day that has never been lived before and be determined to live. And it’s a choice to fill your life with those you love, and those who love you… those that bring you up and those that inspire you. It’s a choice to spend a quiet night finding yourself, and a not so quiet one finding yourself in others. Happiness is a choice because you choose happiness. It’s hard to think that such a choice exists when there are only so many letters in our day to day alphabet soup. But there are 7 billion people in this world, 196 countries to travel to, a few hundred trillion synapses in your brain, and a lifetime ahead of you. If you find yourself in unhappiness, read the unread book, sing the unsung song, take the road less traveled and find yourself in a foreign place where misery has not laid its familiar webs. And somewhere in the cold drink on a summer’s night or the stifled laugh between friends in a quiet hall you’ll find it, because you chose to.