On being hit. Over the head.

I insist. On savoring the good stuff of life. Maybe that makes me selfish. Because I’d rather leave the bad stuff for others. But that’s not true. After all, the good stuff is there for the taking. By anyone. There’s plenty to go around. Maybe it’s more a case. That some people don’t recognize the good stuff. Even if it hits them. Over  the head. --Jim Broede