I keep finding my way.

It’s up to me. To give meaning to life. Particularly, my life. Meaning that makes sense. To me. That makes me happy. That makes me want to live. Forever. Therefore, that’s what I do. So simple. That’s the way I stay out of depression. I constantly search for reasons to be in love. With life. Even if I have to look under a rock. But usually, all it takes is to simply dig deep. Inside me. That’s my saving grace.  Always. Always. There’s something that turns me on. Makes me a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer.  Yes, I keep finding my way. --Jim Broede