To be a rebel.

I wonder. If we all have to be protected from ourselves. So that we don’t go off the deep ends. Or far, far beyond the horizons. Better to play it safe. Or so I’m advised by some dear friends. Personally, I’d rather take chances. High risks. Unafraid to make mistakes along the way. After all, life was meant to be an adventure. Into the unknown. That’s reason to push my imagination into the realms of the almost unimaginable.  To the very brink.  I’m accused of thinking too much. Told that I’d be better off. By resting my mind. And learning to obey the prescribed rules.  To fit in. Like a good boy. But it occurred to me. At an early age. To be a rebel. --Jim Broede