I’ll be all right. As long as I remain in love. With
life. That’s the secret of happiness.
Being in love. With something. Or someone. Mostly, with life in general.
There’s so much to love. One can choose a specific focus. Or many, many. The spectrum is vast. The nice
thing. I don’t have to be loved. By
anyone. In order to be in love. With life. I don’t need everything. A
smattering will do. I can love nature.
Even if nature doesn’t always love me back. My love isn’t conditioned. On
having to be loved. It can be a unilateral love. I could be a solitary soul on
a desert island and still feel a love for life. I could still communicate. With
the love spirits. In that sense, I am
never alone. I have a spiritual connection to life…and love. –Jim Broede
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