It all comes naturally.

Long ago. I faced up to the fact. That I’m not good at some things. Such as mechanical skills. Can’t fix stuff that’s broken. Better to summon a plumber or an electrician or a mechanic. I’m not a handyman. Never will be.  Oh, I’ve made attempts. At being Mr. Fix-It. But to no avail. I was worse off. For even trying. Because it called attention. To my ineptitude. My inability to master the simple. I’m better off. Tackling complex matters. Such as philosophical discourse. Or writing poetry. Maybe that’s why I became a romantic idealist. A spiritual free thinker. A political liberal. A lover. A dreamer. It all comes naturally. --Jim Broede