There was a time when life came by, whispered in my ears – “Now you have a try”
I opened my eyes and soon began to cry, then saw a funny tool and began to pry
I held it close and said then said this to myself –
I choose to be happy,
and I choose to feel great,
I choose not to let things make me irate
I continued with a smile living free, I will do what I love in this life long spree
I chose to be an architect ’cause that’s what I would love to do
Now for everyone reading this I have a hidden advice and a question too
If happiness is the goal why not start with the goal itself?
I chose to be an architect because this is what I would love to do. No other reasons. The End.