Wishing to become mere humans.

I know people who live a life of misunderstandings. They don’t understand others. Or even themselves. They go through life in ignorance. With little or no grasp of reality. I’m not saying that’s right or wrong.  Rather, that it is what it is. Maybe that includes me. I can’t say for sure.  Could be it’s all illusion.  A dream. From which I may wake. Or never wake. I can accept life.  As it is.  A figment of my fertile imagination.  The others in my life may be my creations. That would make me sort of a god/creator.  Maybe that’s all we are. Gods. Wishing to become mere humans. –Jim Broede