Happiness is my fault

Everything that has happened 

Everything that's happening 

Everything that will happen 

is my own

It's my fault. My victory. My mistake. My happiness. My misery. My desire. My need. My want. 

Yes. The brain leads with its automations. Society teaches with its demands. Tradition requires with its caveats. Addiction punishes with its rules.

No. That doesn't make me weak. It doesn't rob me of power. It doesn't absolve me of pained guilt nor does it deprive me of earned happiness. It just means.. I am responsible.

All the blissful happiness you gave me. All the anguished tears you've caused me.

All the frozen rain I protected you from. All the burden I laid on your shoulders.

Me. My. Mine.

Egotistical perhaps. But it's the only way. I'm the only one I've got. And if I don't care for me first I'll always need you. Whoever you may be. If I don't take responsibility for everything, I give my self away.

Am I talking to me? Then everything that has happened was my choice and my responsibility.
Are you talking to you? Then it all was yours and yours alone.

And now.

Quod erad demonstrandum.

Since I have such capacity to produce happiness and contentment in me and others.

Such talent to engender misery and fear.

I choose. And it is my choice. And everything that comes about is my responsibility.

Happiness. From now on. Is my fault.