My own soulful paradise.

No sense. In allowing the real world to get me down. Doesn’t really matter. When events beyond my control go awry. Such as electing a disaster as president. I’ll still survive. And not lose any sleep. Because I know what to ignore. And what to savor. I’m still able to fall in love. Despite the political melodrama. The abhorrent conflagrations. The inhumanity. The devastation. I still go for long walks. And breathe fresh air. And read books. And listen to music. And wish to live forever. Yes, I know the trick. To make life worthwhile and idyllic. Isolating myself. From the bad stuff. By creating my own soulful paradise. --Jim Broede