Much of our lives consists of a series of choices over which we have absolute control.
IT’S MY CHOICE
I get a gift every morning, the gift of a new day,
It’s up to me whether I make it bright, joyful or grey.
I can choose to be Happy, Successful and Content,
Or dishonor it with worry, anger or resent.
It’s a difficult truth to face that some people choose to define themselves by the pain they feel or the wrongs they’ve suffered. They’re not going through hard times so much as making all times hard.
All mothers breed dead children.
They shall, perhaps, live later.
When no longer dead, they are born
Not-by coincidence, by choice.
The choices we make determines our destiny.