They say happiness is a choice. I’m trying really hard to choose it, but at this point, trying isn’t good enough. I think I’m attracted to the stress, maybe even addicted to it. A part of me wants to be happy, and a part of me… probably doesn’t. Because if I wanted to be happy, why is it so hard to quit a job that I’ve hated since the first day? If I wanted to be happy, why did I sign up for six classes? If I wanted to be happy, why won’t I let the worry go? If I wanted to be happy, why do I worry what anyone else thinks? If I wanted to be happy, then why am I not happy? And all of the things I’m unhappy about are things I CHOSE, so yes, happiness and unhappiness are choices. It’s not like I have cancer or everyone around me just got killed. All of these things have been lifestyle choices that I, myself, with my free will, have made.