Why I choose joy

One day someone said to me she wished she was happy like I seem to be. I couldn’t help but smile, because I made the same remark to someone else, years and years ago. Somehow, without me even noticing, I became like he was to me.


At one point in my life, I realized that I have a choice to make. I can either choose to be sad and miserable, things that my physical challenges more than warranted, or I could be joyful.

I chose joy.

It was as simple as that.

And of course, I have sad moments. I have extremely sad moments at times. My challenges didn’t get any less. But with my perpetual happy state, I get back to my base emotion easily. It also helps me overcome challenges. It helps me to be strong for my mom for instance when she calls with another sad story about my dad.

I choose joy.

I choose to be like Tigger, bouncing through life, and hoping to light a spark in someone to make the same choice. Then maybe one day, that person will feel the same as I do now. A sense of wonder and joy in someone wishing they were joyful, like the person is.
A perpetual circle of joy and love.
I love to be a part of it!

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