Simply. By being the real me.

Had a dream tonight. I was annoyed. Had a feeling. Of being a servant. At a party. That I didn’t want to be at. Here I was.  Mixing with others. When I wanted to be alone. Not having to serve others. And I asked myself, ‘Why am I doing this? When I don’t have to.’ I thought that the greater good. Would be to serve myself. To do as I please. What’s best for me. And here I am. Caught in the role. Of serving others. A menial servant. But still. It’s expected of me.  By the society. In which I live. I am being subservient. Living by rules. That I’d rather ignore. And easily could. Simply by going against the grain. I’d not be hurting others. And I’d be helping myself. By being the real me. --Jim Broede