I’m adjusting. To the idea. Of possibly not living forever.
Yes, being no more. That’s a blow. To my ego. And my contentment. Because I like being me. But what if the world is
designed. To give us no more than a glimpse. Of the miracle of life. And love. We have been blessed. With a chance
to grasp it all. In our elusive moments. We either do. Or we don’t. Often, it’s by random chance. Pure luck. Some
of us are given more time. More opportunity. Than others. Makes me wonder. Is
that fair? --Jim Broede
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