Maybe the world isn’t in such a mess. It only seems that
way. After all, I have a good life. Maybe because I’m lucky. Being in the right
place at the right time. Maybe that’s the divide in our world. Lucky people and
unlucky people. But then, what is luck? Maybe nothing more than a state of
mind. An attitude. A poor man can be happy. And a rich man can be unhappy. I’m
happiest. When I’m thinking. About life. When I’m conscious. Fully aware that
I’m in love. But even in sleep, I’m profoundly happy. Upon awakening, it feels as if I’ve been
in paradise. –Jim Broede
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