“Happiness and love are just a choice away.” — Leo F. Buscaglia
Every day we are faced with choices: Get up, stay in bed. The black shirt or the blue one. Breakfast home or drive through?
Happiness and love are just a choice away.
What are they, this happiness and this love? Are they always connected? Are they always together? Can you have happiness and can you have love as separate things, if they can be things.
Is it true to human nature to be always happy? I don’t think being happy all the time is possible or at least not without major quantities of mood-altering pharmaceuticals.
Love I often view as if it were a bug under glass. I feel it, but what I feel as love is not going to be the same as what someone else feels.