I think. Therefore, I am.

I love to think. Little thoughts. And then run with ‘em. Anything that comes to mind. There’s something pleasant about having one’s mind occupied. With a thought. Especially loving thoughts. And if I’m able to record the thought. In writing. That’s very helpful. Gives me proof that the thought existed. And I have the opportunity to recall the thought. Frequently. Just by glancing at the written word. One of my favorite thoughts is to remind myself that I’m alive and conscious. Otherwise, I might forget. And just go through the motions of living. Like a robot. But when I’m fully aware of my consciousness, I’m at my best. I’m able to capture a feeling. That I’m in love. With someone. And with life. I love to think about love. And to write about love. That gives my life substance. And meaning. And purpose. I’m a collection of thoughts. Pieced together. Maybe incoherently. But all it takes is for a single thought. To convince me. That I think. Therefore, I am. –Jim Broede