My own natural self.

Natural. That’s what I wanna be. Natural. Follow my inherent inclinations. Especially in the emotional realm. That’s why I fell in love. Early in life. With the written word. And the music of classical composers.  And why I evolved. Naturally. Into a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer.  I let myself flow. Along the babbling brook. In the most natural and comfortable way.  That’s how I discovered my soul. It was always there. Inside me. Others may have tried to reshape my soul. To make me something else. Unnatural. But I resisted. And became what I am. My own natural self. –Jim Broede