I choose to try. To try until it hurts and there is no try left.
I choose not to care whether I win or lose. I choose to be thankful that I was asked to play, to participate, to be present.
I choose yes when no would be easier and require less of myself to give away.
I choose to live.
I choose to go.
I choose Him because He first chose me.
I choose to be thankful, when all I want to do is scream that life is not fair.
I choose fear even when I know the truth.
I choose sleep, whenever and wherever I can.
I choose music and magic and my imagination, hoping it never leaves me.
I choose hope. There is something so much better coming.
I choose forgiveness because if I let the anger course through my veins, it will reach my heart and I will never be free.
I choose the words spoken from my lips.
I choose sadness, because sometimes the weeping makes me happy.
I choose love, even when I don’t feel it.
I choose silliness.
I choose to talk to strangers because they really aren’t strange.
I choose to be changed.
I choose to believe in Him, His death, His life, so that I can live.