Choosing My Happiness Novel Novelas e Histórias

“Some parts are good but that doesn’t mean I chose it.” “So how do you live with it? The lack of choice?” “I don’t know that I do,” she admitted. “I just keep finding moments of happiness where I can.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It is.” She looked at me again. “But you should never stop prioritizing your happiness, Kaius.” We sat in silence for a while and in that time, I thought of everything carefully. Of how I might never truly find happiness if I chose to stick to the script to satisfy the elders.

Perhaps that was simply her cross to bear from a lifetime of coping with one crushing blow after another. ​ That didn’t mean that Ava should be doomed to questioning every decent thing that happened to her until she eventually died bitter and alone. She hadn’t been delivered out of concrete cell only to be trapped in a prison of her own making. And that was ultimately Ava’s decision to make. So, she did. Once and for all, she chose not to question what joy she was afforded. Whether the good times lasted ultimately wasn’t up to her, but choosing happiness was. And happiness was what she so desperately wanted.

Brings my sanity back to its place. The fleeting happiness I felt yesterday is now nowhere to be found. Love? Even my subconscious knows that the love I have for him is so immense that this body refuses to reject his presence. This heart refuses to reject his affection. But once again, I realize. That the happiness I feel is only fleeting. The long-lasting happiness I found in the end is now traded for choices I cannot make either of them. All the choices aimed at me in the end will only hurt me. Then what should I do?

I already the freedom to choose myself this time. I have been holding back for years. I have let myself go for years. I have forgotten what it feels like to be happy. I have given up on being happy because I know I never will be…knowing that I have left my happiness in Hermosa. But now that Julian is back in my life again, I am taking it as a second shot in happiness. This is my second chance to genuine joy and happiness. This is my second chance for my heart to start beating again.

I mean,he didn't choose to hear everyone's thoughts but we are all different humans with our own secrets,some secrets we don't want to share. Joy didn't think coming to my home would harm me,she just wanted someone to comfort her. No matter how hard we try to hide ourselves from others,some place,a little part inside of us still wants to be comforted. As humans,we all have our preferences or rather choices. We shouldn't judge a book by it's cover but some of us prefers sci-fi novels and others prefer romance but for me, I prefer a slice of life and a little fantasy that's out of this world because sometimes, just sometimes the mind wanders.

“I don’t think that’s healthy anymore, Maia. You should have your own happiness. Your happiness may be shared with another person, but it shouldn’t rely solely on another person.” “I don’t know what to do,” my voice shook. “I know, I know. But if I were you, then I’d choose myself. My own happiness.”

Caspian's POV I'm a happy man. For the first time in forty-three years, I feel like I’m actually living. Desiree has made me realize that I've been unhappy all my life. I thought contentment was something I could buy, something I could control with power, money, and influence. But it turns out, happiness is more elusive than any of that—it’s found in the most unexpected places, like in the fire of a woman who challenges me at every turn.

I feel my eyes widen further, blinking at the man who’s still there listening to this nonsense. “I’m broken, no two ways about it. I don’t know how to accept her generosity knowing that all I could possibly hope to be is an embarrassment. I hate feeling mad or sad or dwelling on things I can’t change. I want to see the best of this world and help people to be happy in it. Happiness is a choice not a circumstance, and it’s the only life I’ll ever have to live, according to Sister Agatha, so I should make the most of it.”

His face is unreadable for a second like he’s trying to hold back some overwhelming emotion, but I can see it in his eyes—the love, the relief, the joy. Each step brings me closer, and I can feel the weight of the past lifting with every inch. My parents, my sister, the murders—it all fades into the background. This is my new beginning, one where I choose happiness, where I choose me. Where Logan and I choose each other, no matter what.

They tasted like beer. “Are you drunk already?” He chuckled. “On half a beer? No.” “So, you’re just being overly charming, laying it on thick.” My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?” He quirked his brow at me. “What I am up to is cloud-fucking-nine, because I haven’t felt this good or been this happy in years. If I seem drunk, it’s because I’m drunk on happiness and…giddiness. I’m giddy.”