Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am happy because I'm grateful. I choose to be grateful. That gratitude allows me to be happy.
I can choose to be happy, or choose to be miserable every day - waiting until I die.
I guess you're happy if you have some kind of balance in you. I'm a human being. I have days when I feel paralyzed, days when I feel like a slug. Then I have days when I have good energy, I've read the newspaper and I've done different things.
Happiness is knowing and appreciating what you've got. I am very, very, very grateful for what, to me, is dead easy.
I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.
I've realized I can't waste any moment being unhappy.
To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
I want to be happy; why do I do things that make me unhappy?
I really forget that I have no arms or legs sometimes.
To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.