Seldom am I bored. Because that would be a sacrilege. The
mere thought of being alive. And conscious. That’s exciting enough. To keep my
interest. Sometimes, it’s hard to
believe. That I have been blessed with life. I keep asking myself, ‘Why am I
here?’ There has to be a reason. Not sure that I know. But I keep searching for
an answer. Could be. That’s my primary mission in life. To stay occupied. And to savor whatever it is
that I am doing. Little wonder. That I keep falling in love. With life. Maybe that’s what I am supposed to be. A
lover. --Jim Broede
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