“Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.”                
—  Neil Gaiman   The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists         

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Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person will make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you. It can only come from you.
—  Ralph Marston

Sometimes we are often confused which path to take. Should we take the left turn or right? Should I open this door or that door? Should I take this opportunity or not? In times like this, it is better to choose wisely by asking Jesus to take the lead. What seems ‘best at that moment’ isn’t the same as the ‘best for a lifetime’. Always look at the situation, scrutinize and test whether it is God’s will for you. It will always help you make the right choices. Don’t forget to ask for guidance and to acknowledge Him in everything you do – even in the simplest decision-making.


  • Her:Why'd you get us buffalo for burgers tonight?
  • Me:It's healthier.
  • Her:How?
  • Me:It's got lots of protein but less saturated fat than beef. And it's illegal to inject bison with hormones. We need to be more careful about what we put in our bodies.
  • Her:Uh huh. Then why'd you get two boxes of Lucky Charms?
  • Me:It was on sale and that shit tastes good.
Don’t you ever try and say to me that homosexuality is a choice.
Don’t you tell me that these kids just didn’t know what to do with themselves,
And needed,
Wanted a voice.
So they chose to be gay.
Don’t you tell me that kids
Only ridiculed for loving the same-sex
Why would they choose?
The kids who go through the bullying
and the judgement
and the pain
and the argument
and the hate
and on and on and on and on and on
They don’t just choose love.
Love hurts, and love tears you apart,
And love digs in and leaves deep scars
In ways that nothing else could, but why?
As if you know why.
Tell me, why would they choose?
Why would those kids decide
To ruin their lives?
To drag their hearts across the floor?
Shut opportunities like open doors,
For love?
Because they don’t know what else to do, or where else to go,
Or how else to live?
You don’t choose love that brings pain, because love already brings pain,
And pain on pain,
on hate on blame,
on constant bigotry on seemingly endless days of therapy
Is agony.
You don’t choose that love.
That love chooses you
From birth and beyond.
The kind of love-
No, wait, hold on.
It’s just love.
Love is love,
And love is hard,
But the fact that this love is wrong in your eyes, because it’s not the same love as what you’ve been told is right,
Is just wrong.
But what is right?
Honestly, in reality, you can’t give the time of day
to have any empathy for what they feel, and what they know, and what THEY have gone through.
So step a day in their shoes.
Choose to feel what they do toward the same gender as you,
and you’ll see.
You’ll see that love is pain,
but love is love,
an extension of you,
and love is beautiful.
It is not defined by what is “true”.
Because, truth be told, no one knows what’s true,
but reality is a fact, and the fact is that
Love… is not a choice.
—  Slam poetry on homosexuality