Freedom forever.

When one becomes an octogenarian, doubts start to creep in. Mostly because I see others. Losing it. Causing one to ponder, ‘Am I going to be next?’  Of course, I tell myself: ‘Live for the moment. Stop getting ahead of yourself.’  Thing is. Used to be that I was young enough to think 20 years in the future. And persuade myself. That I could still be alive and functioning. Now I know it’s a pipedream. Better to catapult a year or two ahead. Making the most of it. But better yet. Imagine becoming spirit. Shedding one’s physical being. For true freedom. Lasting forever. --Jim Broede