I'm happy.

I have no real complaints about my life. In other words, I haven't been short-changed. Things don't always go the way I want 'em to go. But that's no cause for complaint. And occasionally people disappoint me. And I disappoint myself. But again, no reason to complain. Because disappointment is part of living. And I accept that. Maybe my biggest disappointment is that I can't live forever. I'd like nothing more than that. So I could pursue happiness, endlessly. Maybe that's why I have no complaints. I'm happy. --Jim Broede