A moment of self-discovery

Thinking about life. Maybe that’s the best way to live life. Pondering. About this and that. In my early years. As a youth. I hadn’t yet learned to master the art of thinking. Oh, I had all sorts of questions. But I didn’t sense where I was going. I was gradually feeling my way. Into consciousness. As an individual. As a real being. Didn’t yet grasp who or what I was. Maybe I still don’t know. I’m still gathering thoughts. Trying to make it all add up. To something significant and meaningful. And glamorous, too.  I wonder. If it’s all a grand illusion. And that perhaps I’m not real. Could be that I’ll suddenly wake up. Or go to sleep. I’d prefer waking up. Into a moment. Of self-discovery. --Jim Broede