To smile.

I am able. To isolate myself. From life’s travails. That is a wonderful gift. To be able. To focus on the goodness. I am born. Into a world. Not of my making. But with the ability. To pick and choose. Between love and hate.  Between happiness and despair.  Between good and evil. I prefer a world with no hate, no despair, no evil. Even if I have to pretend.  To smile. --Jim