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Choose Happiness


I couldn't see colour,

I couldn't be happy.

 

But then it all changed.

Standing under the lights,

the glitter all over the floor.

the single feather falling, appart from the others.

Landing on my nose.

 

The moonlight glittering,

the leaves dancing,

swaying in the wind.

 

The music blurring,

fading,

all that was left was the stillness of the moment,

and in that moment,

everything,

became real.

 

I see the colour,

I see happiness,

love.

I dont see the need to be sad.

It isn't necessary.

Being happy,

means being healthy.

Being healthy means I can achieve my goals.

 

Your life doesnt need to be great,

You just need to decide to be happy.

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