I have been trying to learn that happiness is a choice. It isn’t, afterall, something you can just tell yourself is true: “You are the creator of your happiness.” Not when so much of your life has told you that no matter how good things are, they will always go sour. No, it is definitely something you need to practice and learn. One thing that I am learning makes me really happy is poetry by Mary Oliver, and you will probably see a lot of it on my blog from here on out. Today, this one especially resonates with me:

Morning

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the hight branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead–
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging–

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted–

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

by Mary Oliver

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