Happiness is a Choice

What a great post from Bronnie Ware, which prompted her to write a book, in which she lists the five most common regrets that terminally ill patients had on their way out of this world. “I wish that I let myself be happier” is the one I find most interesting. As Bronnie says:

 Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

Play is such a important part of human existence. Like love and art and mathematics, it skips past culture and economics and politics. It slips through language barriers. It jumps over random bumps in the road. And fills us with silliness and wonder.