I’m running out of time. Yes, that’s a peril. When one
reaches old age. But I’m learning to deal with time. By not thinking too far ahead.
Into oblivion. The important thing. I’m here now. And able to imagine being
around. For another five years. Maybe even 10. If I’m lucky. Of course, it was
more comforting when I was able to imagine. Realistically. Being around for
another 50 years. Though there never were any guarantees. But the statistics
were still on my side. Not so any more.
But I have one big advantage. My imagination. It’s more fertile and creative
than ever. I imagine. Living on and on. As spirit. That’s contrary to
scientific evidence. But then, I’m fortunate. To not be a scientist. Instead, I’m a natural born dreamer. --Jim Broede
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