Melodious Mnemony

I'm discovering for my own part that happiness can be a matter of the choosing. And that personal inclinations are not fixed, but malleable entities, which are capable of significant twists, even complete double-backs when the occasion calls for it. A person can choose to like something they were once not so enthusiastic about, and it would seem that the converse is also true--that a person can choose to dislike, or at least to shun, something they once thought adamantly they could not do without. Eventually the choosing, which begins as an awkward struggle to bend oneself in a direction seemingly contrary to the natural grain, in the right circumstances, can produce and cultivate positive sensations so natural, that one would wonder--and often does--exactly where the point of struggle was. Why was it so difficult to choose that which would have ultimately been the remedy for so much striving?