The easier way.

Learning to live. Like an Italian. Aren’t I? After all, I’m in Italy. But then, I’m not Italian.  That poses a question. Can I ever stop being American?  Maybe. I’m evolving, after all. Wasn’t always a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a dreamer, a lover. I became. And I’m becoming. Always in a period transition. Growth. Blooming. Maybe I’ve become a conglomeration. I’m a physical being. But I want to be spirit, too. Maybe can’t be both at the same time. Do I have a choice? Or will it just happen? I wonder, too. How can one become an Italian? Maybe it’s easier to become a spirit. –Jim Broede