Choosing My Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

he motivated her. “Patricia, I can’t feel your pain, but I understand it’s difficult to forget. But, all you have to do is take your mind off their existences, “Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you, it can only come from you, “You have to be happy. You must be happy now that you are back to stay. There's no way you won’t cross part with them. You can’t let them see you sad or weak.”

"I'm content." "What's the difference?" "Happiness is a feeling. Contentment is a choice." She looks at me. "I choose you." "I choose you too." --- The second book comes out in November. The reviews are quiet — not the attention of the first, but that's fine. This book wasn't written for attention. It was written for the people who need to know that ordinary is enough. Celeste buys a copy at the local bookstore. "You didn't have to do that," I say.

I could still picture him. Nervous and sweaty. Pretending to be confident. He had dropped the ring box twice. I had laughed so hard I almost cried. "You've made me the happiest man alive." He had whispered after I said yes. Back then... I believed happiness lasted forever. Now I knew better. Happiness wasn't something you found once. It was something you chose. Again and again. Or neglected until it quietly disappeared. The waiter placed a cup of vanilla latte in front of me.

The moments when she felt whole. She picked up her pen and began to write. I never thought I would be happy. I spent so long being scared. Scared of losing Silas. Scared of losing the apartment. Scared of losing myself. I did not think I deserved to be happy. But Ezra taught me that happiness is not something you earn. It is something you choose. Every day, I choose him. Every day, he chooses me. And every day, we build something new together. I do not know what the future holds. I do not know if we will stay in this apartment or move somewhere else. I do not know if I will ever publish my story or keep it hidden in a drawer.

For the first time in my life I was choosing personal happiness over reputation management. Choosing love over corporate image. Choosing Lily over everything else. That should have terrified me but instead it felt like finally getting my priorities right.

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

I held both novels in my hands as I thought about my recent incident with that rude lady. “Is this fate?” I asked myself. “Do I really deserve a new beginning? Is this what the moon goddess has install for me? Maybe I wasn’t the one offered a new beginning. Perhaps I was granted a new beginning because I had just given birth and my child doesn’t deserve to suffer for my sins. If it wasn’t for him, I’m sure I would’ve been punished by the moon goddess for all my sins. Maybe my life is just like this sad novel. A tragic ending…is how my life would end. I should quit trying so hard to find happiness.”

Phillip says and I shake my head as the waitress places the drinks in front of us. “Please, Phillip, it’s not that easy, okay?” I say, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t choose him, I am choosing myself, I am choosing my hapiness, this was never about you, or him, this was always about me, and about what I was confortable to endure, I am putting myself first, my happiness, my life, not everyone elses like have been doing all my life,” I say and he nods as he brings his wine to his mouth.

As if summoned by the discussion of language, Aurora looked up from her flower and spoke clearly: "Choose happy." The words carried through the networks with crystalline clarity, not as a command but as an observation about the fundamental nature of their transformed world. People could choose happiness—not as a constant state, but as an approach to life that honored both joy and sorrow, connection and solitude, hope and realistic assessment of challenges. "She's right," Mira said, scooping up her daughter as Aurora raised her arms to be held. "We've built a world where people can choose happiness because they can also choose everything else."

He said. We stopped at the bridge and watched the sun slowly going down in the west horizon. It was a beautiful sunset. “Your happiness is what I want, Ade. Nothing else matter as long as you’re happy with me.” He said facing me, the pink light enhanced the beauty of his eyes. We faced each other and in that moment, I felt the time stopped, my mother’ words flashed in my mind. If I had to choose between Xavier and my revenge, I’d choose my happiness which is with Xavier.