A decision is possible in every moment. Every moment gifts a choice. The expanse of time is beaded with gifts of choice.

Should the choice be in favor of happiness? Or should it be in favor of boring activities that lead to fulfillment of goals?

Death is a certainty. What is the purpose, then, of pursuing goals? Are they really worth the energy? Will it matter if we are important in the world? Or will it be better to know that life has been lived to its fullest by choosing and chasing merriment and happiness?