Life . . .

So, I'm gunna state this plain and simple: Life is way too short to be anything but happy!

How many times have people told me this? Probably too many. Do I listen? No. Do any of us listen? Probably not. It is so much easier said than done; however, I wish it was as easy as people make it seem.

When I was a Senior in high school my grandfather fell in his kitchen and ended up in the hospital. It was a long battle of ups and downs but my family was there for eachother. On Valentine's Day 2006 my grandfather passed away. No one realized that this simple spill he took would end up, in the long run, taking his life from him. He lived an extremely succesful life with four children and eight grandchildren. Two months before he fell he was given the pleasure of having a great grandson, Anthony. I guess you could say he was a happy man but still, you never know when it will all come to an end. We need to live our lives for ourselves, not for others. Is it great to make others happy? Of course! But at the same time, we need to be happy ourselves.

In the same breath, as most of you know my grandmother is suffering from both Alzheimers and colon cancer. From what I knew growing up, she was happy as well. As I got older, I began to notice how aggrivated she would become with herself. She wouldn't remember things and would realize what was happening. Now that she has become more sick, she doesn't realize it but still, she isn't the same person. Her health and her happiness have both been taken from her and once again, we need to live our lives happily.

As morbid as it sounds, we could be robbed of our lives within minutes and that will be it. What good will it be to be mad, upset, or angry. It will not benefit anyone, not even you.

With my ulcerative colitis, my happiness came and went constantly; usually with remissions and flare ups. It was hard to have a positive outlook on life when I was constantly in pain, or worrying when the next trip to the bathroom was going to be. When I made the decision to have my colon removed my parents and I looked forward for me to have the ability to have a positive outlook on life. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't the poor me kind of girl when I was sick. But it got tough to keep my head up. We figured that after the surgery I would be able to live my life like a "normal" human being. Here is it a little over two months after my surgery and slowly but surely I'm getting there. I've gone through a lot, both physically and emotionally, in these months.

A lot has gone on in the past few weeks and my trust and friendships have been tried repeatedly,if that makes any sense. I have been forced to choose between believeing those I care about and those who I've considered friends for years. Let me tell you, it was difficult. And instead of choosing the easy way out I, or course, had to choose the more difficult situation. Its gotten me a little upset but I'm working to being happier. Like I said, life's too short. Its not worth my tears, not anymore.

I hope that with this, you all try to make each day the happiest yet. And I will try to do the same, its a promise!

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