On being fortunate.

I was born to think. About any and everything. Even disconcerting stuff. I’m no Einstein. Only a plain, ordinary thinker. With cognitive limits. But I like to push my boundaries. And to fantasize. When necessary. To reach some of my conclusions. Some friends tell me I think too much. I scoff at that.  My problem is that I think too little. Don’t we all? Wish I had more brain power. A higher IQ. Whatever it takes. To be a full-fledged thinker. Sometimes, I’m a fake or shallow thinker. Best to not rule out anything. Best to be honest. Especially with myself. Anyway, I can’t command others to think. They have to do it. On their own. I try to encourage would-be thinkers. But more often than not, I’m at a loss over how to go about it. I have enough problems. Managing my own thinking. I’ve had a bad day. When I go to bed. All screwed up.  Fortunately, that seldom happens. --Jim Broede