On being happy and ignorant.

I was born. Into a world that I don’t understand. I’ve spent my life trying to figure it out. And probably never will. I’m grateful to be here.  To be able to feel my way.  With the help of others. I’m not so arrogant. To think that I’d be able to make a better world.  Instead, I’ll settle for a better me. And the best way to do that, it seems to me, is to keep falling in love. With life. That’s the most obvious reason for my existence. To be a lover and a dreamer. And to think, think, think. And to write, write, write. The blending of all these endeavors. Makes me happy and fulfilled. Maybe because I don’t know any better. But so be it. I’ll settle for being happy and ignorant. All at the same time. --Jim Broede