the never-ending

Yesterday, I came upon a post and I just wanted to cry right then and there. I wanted to cry because like that when a windscreen wiper mops away the rain for a motorist to clearly see the road, disappointments became more vivid and resentment became even worse.

Then I thought again, just as the way I’ve thought a couple of months or years ago (I guess they come in ripples), choose happiness. But this time I have to add, find it. Because what better way is there to choose than knowing what you want and discovering it all.

This journey called life holds so many things that could sometimes outsmart and overwhelm. It plays with pride, too (and this can terribly hurt when you and your pride work well together). But in this journey, it’s not all about the rise and fall; it’s about the grace to rise from the fall and the grace from the rise to the fall. It is in this gracefulness that the choice of happiness should come simultaneously with the continuous search for (more) choices of happiness.

Choose happiness and quest for more until the closest to ultimate.