That's reality.

Reality.  It's a state of mind. My state. At this very moment. I'm capturing a thought. That I am very much alive. And with it. That I'm feeling good. Upbeat. Of course, I could choose another reality. One that makes me less happy. If not downright disconsolate. I have friends that choose the latter. Some tell me they really have no choice,. They are compelled. Sentenced. Cursed. Fated. To self-destructive lives.  A slow and agonizing form of suicide. I try to intervene. With varying degrees of success and failure. Which means that I celebrate and lament. All at the same time. That's reality.  --Jim Broede