When I was a kid happiness wasn't a decision, it wasn't something you learned from textbooks or teachers, it was a given. And it wasn't given to you by some magical means you just had it. But as the years slip by, we find we too are slowly slipping, and more and more we have to try to reach for that something we were not given we simply got. And as our fingers brush bravely along the line between bliss and destruction, the definition of happiness is lost. We read the news in reverse, so the man with the gun removes bullets from the chests of 20 children and their teachers. And the man returns home and becomes a boy in a time when mistakes were forgiven. Because it seems as we get older the world gets crueler and if its unbearable now, how will ever survive? Because reading the news in reverse won't make those children alive, but perhaps if we open our eyes we will see. We will see the reverberating effect of hate but don't let anyone tell you its too late for kindness. The day Kyle decided the world wasn't ready, we finally were. According to Newton's third law: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, but when his body made contact the ripples eventually stopped. And I guess emotions can't be bound by laws because the ripples of pain in the hearts of people he touched never did. Its been 57 days, 1 hour and 22 minutes but the seconds keep passing as if nothing ever happened but it did. So smile like there's no tomorrow because time cannot be borrowed and you can't give it to someone who's gone so make it your own. So rise and shine. Make this world a better place, even though we are just particles floating in space, we’re gonna be here awhile. Because maybe happiness is a decision, but I’ve chosen.