These are the words of Eleanor Roosevelt.
Mostly, I think she had things figured out. She made a lot of sense out of life. But I'm not sure how I feel about this particular belief of hers.
Part of me agrees. This part reasons that I'm happy because I'm pursuing my goals and choosing to feel loved every day.
The other part argues that one chooses to be happy. There's a lot of stuff in this world that could bring you down -- naysayers who try to make you hate yourself, obstacles that seem insurmountable, the nightly news with its tales of horrific crime -- and you have to make the conscious decision not to let those things get to you.
I think happiness is both the goal and the by-product. I think happiness is the best defense against the small things in life. I think happiness is the best decision I've ever made.
What does happiness mean to you?