There are so many reasons for sorrow in this universe.
“Choose Happiness”, I cry as the tears run down my face.
It takes energy, and focus to grow happiness- it is not a bird that flits in on a breeze and sings joyfully from a perch.
My seedling of happiness pushes wearily through ground tearfully prepared, unfurling a bit of joy on a rainy morning.
I say a prayer of hope, wanting to cling to the thought that it has an intricate unseen root system. Roots, grown in the dark soil-in spite of the rocks, that will help it to flourish and grow.
“Choose Happiness” is a haka of my own.