I like moments. When I’m waiting. For a thought. To pop into
my head. I have a momentary blank mind. Wondering. What’s to come next? To
prove. That I’m an alive and conscious and functioning being. Suddenly. I am
aware. That I was born. To contemplate. This and that. Nothing in particular.
And then run with it. To a destination. Where I find meaning. Though. Along the
route. I pause. To ask. Why must there be meaning to life? Perhaps. It’s all
right. To live a meaningless life. More proof. That I have weird and funny thoughts.
--Jim Broede
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