The better choice.

Used to be. That I frequently got upset. Over trivial stuff. Things I couldn’t change. Often because of an unyielding bureaucracy. I still do it. But far less often. I’m proud of myself. For taking control. Of my state of mind. For getting on with life. Without waging battles. That I’ll never win. But I have nothing against skirmishes. That I’m likely to win. That in the end. Give me joy and comfort. I have a friend.  Who has yet to learn. The way. To achieve peace of  mind. And lives a life full of unhappy endings. I tell her. Happiness is the better choice. --Jim Broede