Yes, I'm making progress.

I’m more conscious. Of who and what I am. At age 80. Than I was at 20 or 40 or 60. Not sure if that’s significant. But it’s comforting. Maybe that’s what so many unhappy souls are looking for. Comfort. Can’t say that I was ever uncomfortable. In my younger days, though, it was a different kind of comfort. Not as deep. Or penetrating. Still sensed that I was evolving. But there was no hurry. Time was on my side.  Now I’m running out of time. But no reason to panic. After all, I have more of a sense. Of who and what I am.  Yes, I’m making progress. --Jim Broede