Why?

Making sense out of life. Occasionally, I think of that as my biggest challenge. Why am I here? An alive and conscious being. Maybe there isn’t a ‘why.’ If so, then I’m free to make one up. To use my imagination. So far, I’m leaning toward the assumption that I’m supposed to explore the notion of love. Because this strange and wonderful feeling makes me happy. The pursuit of happiness. That has become my mission. And it isn’t necessarily a selfish endeavor. Because when I love, it also seems to make other people happy. Maybe everyone wants to be loved. But I find greater satisfaction in being the lover rather than the loved one.  Why is that? –Jim Broede