Giving meaning and purpose to life. That’s what I think
about. When rising. Hours before daybreak. It’s up to me. To create a story. Of
my life. And have it all make sense. Of course, that takes imagination. Causes
me. To sit down. And write. Whatever comes to mind. To see if I can grasp the
moment. Long enough. To feel the pulse beat of life. In a conscious, meaningful
manner. Feeling good about myself. When
others around me. Seem to be in deep distress. I wonder. If that’s why they sleep. And become recluses. Because
they have no meaning. No purpose. And here I am. Pondering. Pondering. Feeling
the thrill. Of searching. Always. For meaning and purpose. That’s it. The
search. The search. The endless search. Keeps me going. --Jim Broede
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