Can't ask for much more than love.

I’m pondering. Thoughts. Always thoughts. Never knowing what’s to come. The third or fourth or fifth thought today. I still don’t know what they’ll be. I just let the thoughts come. Willy-nilly. That’s another thing I like about life. Not fully knowing what’s around the corner. Oh, I suspect. I make guesses. Even wild guesses. And occasionally I guess right. But more often than not, I’m surprised. I like surprises. The unexpected. My greatest, most satisfying finds have been love. True love. Twice. Which means I have been twice blessed. With real love. Can’t ask for much more than love. –Jim Broede