In search of a fair shake.

All I want out of life is a fair shake. That’s not asking for too much, is it? I want to be treated fairly. By the gods, by the spirits, by everyone. Have to admit, after 83 years of living, that I have few complaints. I’ve been dealt a reasonable and acceptable hand.  So far. But I’m a little worried about the future. I want assurances of more life to come. Don’t want it all to end. Upon my physical demise.  I want my life to go on and on. In another form. If that’s what it takes. Perhaps as spirit. Could be. That after this life. There’s nothing. The end of life is the end of life, period. Forever. Never to be continued. That’s what I used to assume. But then I thought. Might as well imagine an afterlife. Sounded unbelieveable at first. But then I mused. That’s what many organized religions do.  They make up stories. Myths. And believe it all. Based on faith alone. No objective scientific proof required. So that’s what I’ve done. Figured out my specially-tailored truth.  Allowing me to believe whatver I want to believe.  Yes. That may amount to wishful thinking. So be it.  A wishful thinker, am I. In search of a fair shake. --Jim Broede