Happiness Is A Choice
I used to be a grumpy one. It seems like nothing ever pleases me. I always felt like the world has turned its back on me. My best friend used to say I am a sad person not because I am always in deep sh*t, but because I always failed to see the beauty in my life. Before, I could not understand her, what beauty in my life had she seen in mine that I failed to see. I am an illegitimate child, though I was able to carry my dad's name by law, all my childhood Christmases and New Years were spent only with my mom. Then, just these past few days, I decided to list down the blessings I had in the past that I forgot to be thankful of: I am alive! My mom gave life to me despite the complicated future awaiting us. Despite the fact that I didn't see my dad that often in the past, he still sent me to the best schools in town. My mom is still there to fight for me and take care of me, even if she got all the right to breakdown and abandon me. My grandpa was always there for me, and f...