A wonderful struggle.

I get too analytical. Which means, thinking too much. Thinking is all right. To a degree. But thinking can be overdone. Especially when it leads to fear and trembling. Scary stuff. When, as a kid, one lets the imagination go too far. Maybe for the thrill of being frightened.  Better to think of happy and pleasant scenarios. To imagine drifting on a cloud. But for a kid, that's boring stuff. Better to cavort with ghosts and goblins. I have learned to revere and treasure. Peace and tranquility. And especially love, above all else. I was born without a true understanding of love. Unable to put 'love' into meaningful words.  Maybe that's still a struggle. But a wonderful struggle. --Jim Broede