Good enough.

I like people. With talent. That I don’t possess. Doesn’t make me the least bit jealous. I appreciate talent. In others. Oh, I wish. That I had more talent. To play professional baseball. To sing brilliantly and melodically. Yes, to carry a tune.  To dance gracefully, too. But I never lament. For lack of talent.   Because I am who I am. And that’s good enough. I have no compulsion. To be anyone else. Best of all. I know. That a spirit. Lives inside me. --Jim Broede