It's up to me.

I marvel. At the stuff I can do. Rather than at what I can’t do.  For instance, I can think thoughts. That make sense. And not least. I can imagine. Being a spirit. Able to visit other galaxies. I can imagine talking to the creator. Directly. I’m also able to create. My life. And make it seem real. Not mere imagination. There’s no stopping me.  From declaring and believing that I am alive and in love.  And that I am fully able to manage my life.  Even when things seem out of control. Yes, I have a sense. Of when I came into being. Though I don’t know why.  Don’t know the purpose. But that’s no problem. Because I have the option. To find my own purpose.  That is my ultimate freedom. It’s up to me. --Jim Broede