I’m constantly defining myself. Because I don’t want others
to do it for me. That’s a danger. One listens to others. Too often. When one
should be turning inward. For answers. For definition. Don’t get me wrong. I
listen to others. To learn. What makes them tick. Helps me. Define them. I’m
good at that. Far better than they are at defining me. They are more wrong than
right. So very, very many. Don’t understand themselves. That’s essential.
Before they can understand others. First and foremost, I’m a romantic idealist.
Giving a romantic interpretation to life. My life. Maybe I’m wrong. In defining
others. But I rarely fret. About being
wrong. Because making mistakes. Often leads to enlightenment. –Jim Broede
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