My bright future.

As a teenager, I hardly ever thought about running out of time. It was as if I had forever.  I had an abiding faith. Maybe I still do.  But now it’s in a different kind of tomorrow. As an out-of-body spirit. Have you noticed? That’s my theme lately. Because. Instinctively. I’m a survivor. Compelled to imagine a way. To stick around. Forever. It’s a good thing. To live imaginatively. Indeed, that’s my greatest asset. To have been born with a vivid imagination. Come to think of it.  Fantasy and soul. Are one and the same. I am. Whatever I imagine. And for the longest time.  I’ve been imagining. That I’m a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer, a writer. With the potential to become a full-fledged spirit.  Yes. Yes. I have a bright future. --Jim Broede