Maybe that’s the purpose of my life. To ponder. To reflect.
To muse. That’s what life is meant to be.
To be aware of one’s consciousness. To find meaning. In the pleasure of
thought. And existence. That’s the source of my happiness. The mere fact of
being. Alive. And whole. With the
ability to explore. And to make sense of it all. --Jim Broede
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