i think i am becoming an angry person, and i don’t like it.

happy, sad or angry, at the end of the day, it’s a choice. it’s a decision.
maybe the decision was already made. maybe i just have to understand it. or perhaps, to understand it better.

i feel like fixing up my bike and go for a ride around the island.
it’s parked outside the door way too long. the tires and the brake pads need to be changed, the gear will probably need some oiling, give the frame a polish.

yup! i should go for a ride next weekend.

i choose happy. i will.