I love Bob Dylan. Each of his songs is like meeting a new person. And slipping into their lives for a few minutes. His people are flawed and have made grave mistakes, but there's always a chance for redemption. It's honestly less poetic than it sounds, but it would be nice to think that everyone has their own Bob Dylan to get them through the day.
Maybe we all live to love and be loved a little more. According to Mr Dylan above, we don't live and die, but we just float through life. But it annoys me a little to be so inconsequential. I don't need to change the world or even save one person's life. But I do want to at least impact the people around me, maybe make them a little happier. Yes I know it's silly, but the idea that you have some tangible worth is something you can't help but cling to, especially when your life doesn't seem to serve any particular purpose. As if all you seem to do is wait for something better to come around the corner. I hate such weakness. Especially in myself.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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