I am thinking this
as if to remind my
self. Am I? Yes,
resoundingly, yes!
I often make sug
gestions, to myself
and to others, that
what I have been
doing this past few
years is not living.
Is not living at all.
And yet I am wrong.
Aren’t I? I’m incorrect.
That is most assuredly
the reality. That I
am living. How
could anyone deny
this? How could
I deny myself the
experience of living?
Only, that seems to
be what I have been
doing now for several
years. This has to stop.
