I discovered I have wings.

I don’t ever get life totally right. I go off on wayward paths. In a sense, I get lost. And then I have to find my way again. Might even happen several times in a single day. But I don’t mind getting lost. Because that helps me become more aware. That I need to find my way. Again and again and again. And that’s a whole lot of fun. The search. To look around this corner and that corner. Often, when I’m lost, I find myself in a labyrinth. With so very many twists and turns. That was a problem. Until I discovered I have wings. Which allow me to soar. Up high. Amazing. The higher I go, the closer I come to Paradise. –Jim Broede