No boredom for me.

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