Real as real can be.

Am  I in control? Thinking my own thoughts? If so, maybe that makes me the equivalent of the creator. No, that’s not blasphemy. It’s called taking control. Of one’s self. One’s destiny. I am being me. A creator. Having created my own life. My own being. Evolving. Forever. I am able to choose what I am. And what I am to become. I create. My gawd, I create. At this very moment. Not art. Not a fiction. But me. Real me. And that world around me. In which I reside. And exist. It is my world. Created. Inside me. Living. Alive. Real as real can be. –Jim Broede