Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don't you will leak away your innate contentment.
I love the idea that happiness is not something that we luck into but rather that it is something for which we can strive. I've always been someone who tends to look on the bright side of a situation. Generally, I'm happy. That's not to say that I don't have those moments of frustration or anger, but I'm a happy person.
I've got a few things going on here in Suburbia that have made me think about what makes me happy. There may be some changes coming soon at work (and then, again, there may not be), which has me thinking about my career goals and what type of position would ultimately bring me the most satisfaction. I also got news today that I need to go in for a breast ultrasound after my recent mammogram. I should have more details tomorrow, but I can't keep from being nervous, imagining the worst. With those things going on, I'm glad to have this passage to remind me that being happy is something that I can choose, no matter what the circumstances.