To prove. That I am very much alive.

I try to have stuff on my mind. If not always. Certainly most of the time. Maybe it’s that I am addicted. To thought. To awareness. That I am a thinking being. That’s an essential part. Of being alive. And being me.  It’s possible. That I go through lapses. Periods. Of a robotic type existence. Going through the motions of living. Unconsciously. As if on automatic control. Anyway, I write. Daily. Thoughtful stuff. To prove. That I am a real live and conscious and thriving human being. --Jim Broede