It’s sort of nice. Not knowing about my future. Let it be a
surprise. Don’t know, for instance, how long I’ll live. Just as well. Better
not to know. Maybe I’ll live to 100. Or
be dead next year. Better to go on the assumption. That I’ll outlive many of my
friends and acquaintances. Anyway, I’ve
always been able to cope with life. Even with the personal tragedies and
setbacks. Because invariably life’s downturns transition into upturns. Maybe
it’s that I have an insatiable desire to be happy. Therefore, I find happiness.
Yes, it’s that simple. I’m a natural. I was born to be happy. Even when I
complain about things. I’m a happy complainer. --Jim Broede
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