Time is a strange thing. We all know that there is only so much time that we will be alive, and yet we always seem to manage to find only the ways to not be happy with the time that we have. We set goals for ourselves, many based on time. We spend the intervening time rushing to achieve that goal while precious time slips through our fingers. We always talk about being happy at some point in our lives, but have you ever noticed that it is almost always in the past or it will be in the future? We seem incapable of finding and holding on to happiness unless we truly choose to be happy.