So many ways to live. Happily.

I've gone through periods of life when I marked time. But it wasn't a waste of time. I lived in solitude. Walking along the seaside. Reading books. Dining out. Living at a leisurely and relaxed pace. Sort of like I would live on a desert island. Or in a monastary. I never lacked for conversation. Because I could commune with god, or other spirits. Or animals. Or approach total strangers. It's a nice way to live. In retreat. One tends to turn inward. And examine one's self. Oh, so many ways to live. Happily. --Jim Broede