Choice

I have a choice. 

Either I listen to my body and feel listless, empty and sad, or I get my body to listen to me. 

Right now I have the power to choose my thoughts, on whatever positives or negatives to focus on. It's really up to me.

Truth is, focusing on negatives breeds a fog of despondency, a hopeless feeling. Like a ship tossed about by mountains of ocean waves. No one likes living a life that is circumstantial. 

Now, as I type, I have a sense of control, of gathering and sieving my thoughts, and of directing my attention to a more wholesome direction. It's like I suddenly realise that I can switch on the powerful engines in the ship and muster all the collective force to propel forward, rising and falling on the waves but progressing onwards. 

I am a conqueror, a victor not a victim. 

I can live free not by drifting aimlessly, not by being at the mercy of circumstances, but by purposeful focus of my entire being to live in the moment. 

There's no point worrying about the next storm. Focus on riding out and getting through this storm. 

And while I'm at it, I might as well enjoy what the storm tosses at me.