Always something to discover.

If my mind is truly working, I should be learning something new about myself. Every day. Not sure that I do. If so, it’s my fault. For not looking. For not being curious enough. After all, I’m living inside myself. Gives me a inside look. An advantage. Because no one else can see inside me. Completely. I’d like to see inside other people, too. Especially my Italian true love. And I do. To some significant degree. But never totally. I make it a practice to delve. To look beneath the surface. Behind the façade. And I discover intimate stuff. Mundane things, too. But the marvel of it all, she’s a microcosm of creation. One could look forever and still keep finding something new. Not only in one’s self. But in another. –Jim Broede