If left to my usual reclusive ways, I have difficulty
finding something to worry about. I
merely go for a walk. And steer clear of civilization. Retreating to the safe haven of my durable cocoon. But I have a habit of picking up the New York
Times or tuning in National Public Radio or switching on the liberal
commentators on MSNBC. And I’m promptly reminded there’s plenty to worry about.
Ebola. The Islamic state. The likely Republican take-over of the Senate.
And more. But to tell the truth, I don’t fret about that stuff. Because I can’t
do anything about it. Crap happens. My attitude is to get on with pleasurable aspects of life. In my ever-evolving role as romantic idealist. Better to make love.
Than worry about things. –Jim Broede
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