Far better than nothing.

Come to think of it. Dying may not be so bad. My imagination. Tells me. That there’s an afterlife.  I’m inclined to believe it. Because I want to. Not because of a religious belief. But rather, that on-going life is a natural flow. It happens because it happens. Belief has nothing to do with it. Of course, there’s a possibility of absolute nothing. After death, it’s all over. Nothing. Forever and ever. But I don’t want to believe that. It’s all right. If I’m fooling myself. Because I like to fool myself. It’s one of my favorite pastimes.  Coming to believe anything I want to believe.  No limits to my imagination.  Am I wrong? Am I right? Maybe it doesn’t matter. I’m here. Now. In the moment. A thinking being. I’ll take that. It’s far better than nothing. –Jim Broede