It feels good. Being me.

Don’t know. If there’s a right way or a wrong way to live. Therefore, I merely choose to live. That beats the alternative. Not to live. So far, I’ve been generally satisfied. With life.  Enough to want to stick around for awhile. Occasionally, I’m told. By sideline observers. That I’m living the ‘wrong’ way. They suggest that I change my ways. But nobody has yet convinced me. That their way is better than my way. Seems to me, it’s an individual thing. Better to live and let live. To each his/her own. As long as one doesn’t infringe on another's freedom. All I know. Is that my way works for me. Even if it’s judged, by my severest critics, as an ungodly and heretical wrong way. After all, I’m not hurting anyone but myself. In my coveted roles as romantic idealist, spiritual free-thinker, political liberal, lover and dreamer. Believe me. It feels good. Being me. Even if that’s wrong of me. --Jim Broede