Thinking makes me happy.

After two days of clouds and rain, we have a sunny Thursday in Sardinia. Which seems especially nice. Because we’ve done without for a while. Maybe that’s why I like the contrast in weather. Or in life, period. Night makes day seem more dramatic and brighter. Death makes life more endearing. I suppose that when I see unhappy or depressed people, I should tell them it’ll make the happy moments seem even happier. But I’m sure that’s a hard concept to grasp. One probably would find a way to live without unhappiness. Permanently. But still, I remind myself that better times are coming. In the rare moments when I’m unhappy. For the most part, thinking makes me happy. Thinking almost anything. Because it reminds me that I am alive and conscious. And very much with it. And in love. –Jim Broede