I can choose to be miserable.

I know for a fact that I’m earning the least amongst my uni peers.
I don’t have a girlfriend.
I haven’t had sex that I didn’t pay for in 5 years.
I don’t have everything that I want.
I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller …

I can choose to be miserable but I don’t because these are ridiculous problems compared to those who don’t have enough to eat, who don’t have a roof over their heads, who don’t have freedom, or who go to sleep at night worrying if they will live through the next day.

Compared to them, we have the luxury of choosing to wallow in self-pity. They don’t. So if you have a choice to be sad and miserable or happy, why wouldn’t you choose to be happy? Yeah it’s an effort sometimes but it’s worth it because the alternative sucks hairy balls.

If nothing else, I choose to be happy because it makes people around me happy, and I like being around happy people. So it’s win-win. :)

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