Most meaningful at the moment.

I’ve been spending my life. Trying to communicate. Always. With a handful of people. And mostly with myself. Trying to understand. The nature of life.  What is it all about? What am I supposed to be doing?  Sometimes, I wonder if I’m merely marking time. Accomplishing nothing. Nothing significant. Maybe that’s all that we all ever do. A mass of insignificant stuff. Maybe that’s why I spend time trying to embellish my life. Trying to make it all feel glamorous and worthwhile. Like living in a novel. A work of literature. Anyway, I think it’s significant that I have an Italian true love. That’s most meaningful at the moment. --Jim Broede