I have it all.

Thing is, folks. I like being me. Don’t yearn to be someone else. I can settle for being me. The imperfect one. Doesn’t bother me. No shame. After all, I’m a nice guy. And know it. That goes a long way. In keeping me happy. And on the upbeat track. I have many, many friends. Because I consider many acquaintances as friends. People I hardly know. But  doesn’t stop me from liking them. As friends. They can vehemently deny that they are my friends. But if I’ve truly learned to love my enemy. Then everyone is a friend. Little wonder. That I’m happy. I’ve mastered the art. Of happiness. By becoming a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal. And so much more. Helps, too. That I have a terrific imagination. I am able to explore the cosmos. All of creation, in fact. I talk directly to the creator. What more can I ask? Really, nothing. I have it all. --Jim Broede