A hopeless fool.

I know. I know. I open myself to criticism. To abuse. By declaring. That I am a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal. Because that can be construed. In so many ways. Mostly positive. But negative, too. People read much into it. Depending on their philosophical or religious or political bent. I’m willing to take the risk.  Of being me. Understood and misunderstood. I try to explain and define myself. The best I can. But in life, my best is not good enough. I’m often told. I could be better. Much better. To which I totally agree. But still, I’m willing to settle. For just being the imperfect me. A hopeless fool. --Jim Broede