I’m trying to make sense of my life. By thinking of it as a
continually unfolding story. Similar to living in a novel. I’m the protagonist.
With the wherewithal to shape and interpret the story. At my discretion.
After all, I’m the author. I define the characters. Including me. Almost feels like playing god. I’m cast as romantic idealist,
spiritual free-thinker, political liberal, lover, dreamer. Writer, too.
Yes, the creator/interpreter of a story. Not only of my life, but the robust and
fascinating events and people around me. But it’s no fantasy. It’s real. Especially my
Italian true love. A very pivotal character. And I’m letting it all
play out. Giving my true love immense freedom and independence. The opportunity
to define herself. Though I wish she’d allow me to define her…as a lovely
heroine. In my storied life. –Jim Broede
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