I'm becoming increasing convinced that happiness is a choice. It's as simple as choosing what you want for dinner. If you don't like your dinner, change it or make another. Tragically, some feel that they cannot make their dinner choices. I guess making your own choices forces you to be fully responsible for the consequences. And people don't want that kind of responsibility. And the choices one makes may reflect the dark and probably sinister aspects of self that many refuse to confront.
People like to keep believing that they are angels when they really are not.
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