To be merely and merrily me.

My entire life is dictated. By my mental attitude. I have to believe. In what and who I am. I believe. Beyond a doubt. That I am a romantic idealist. A spiritual free thinker. A political liberal. A lover. A dreamer. And more.  Not believing all this stuff would make be an entirely different being. Don’t need any proof. I am who I am. It’s tantamount to a religious belief. Yes, I believe in me. Even more than I believe in my creator. I can see me. I can touch me. What more proof do I need?  Furthermore, I have a compelling desire to believe in me.  That helps, of course. And I don’t have a wish to be anyone else. I’m perfectly happy and content. To be merely and merrily me. --Jim Broede