I was so much older then, Im younger then that now.

"I was so much older then, im younger then that now."
Bob Dylan

This song skimmed its way into my work playlist this morning. I was intrigued, looking up the lyrics. They are prolific, painting a picture. He sings it as if he is crying out, maybe to the masses, maybe to just me. Its a meandering thought of how we (the youth) know and have it all figured out. Then when we grow chronologically, we realize how much we really didnt know. We act as if we are these mature creatures, playing dress up, talking and "playing" as adults, but only when we experience, only when we actually grow up, do we recognize how silly it really was to play pretend that way. Life is made up of experiences not timelines- "lies that life is black and white". You've got to laugh at it all. Maturity and the like, its all a matter of how much bullshit your willing to induce and regurgetate for the masses. Ahh.. let me not get ahead of myself though. I am the biggest advocator of fighting the man. the precise thing Bob warns us of. In the end we dont fight the man. We are at war with ourselves. Our needs versus the community's needs. I realize now. My generation becomes so frustrated when we see the older generations "giving up" we only see their defeat, and vow ourselves not to make the same mistake. It may, in reality, have always been that they have learned to accept what life has given, not as defeated, but as finally taking on the responsibility, taking their rightful place in the steadfast, an edifice the youth continually challenges. What we dont recognize is the vitality of what that represents.

Snow Days

Snow. Its beautiful. The best part is the quiet. People are forced to slow down. No one is rushing to get anywhere. No one is on the roads. Its like God's theraputic way of bringing people closer together. But the quiet is best. I went out to try capture some of it on photo, but is was technically and asthetically difficult: It goes to show, somethings are not meant to be captured, just meant to be observed and admired. It got me to thinking, we live in a world of instant gratification. Fast-paced and unforgiving. Those who dont have the number, are left in the dust. We see fast-cars wiz by us, fast-food restaurants, fast delivery in 30 minutes or less. We can pick our husbands and wives off electronic shelving effortlessly and 'E'harmoneously, forests turn into shopping malls, children turn into videogame dope fiends and our personal lives show up on minifeeds, and we watch.... as the hourglass empties the last grains of sand of "the old way" to the bottom. Until that time is up, ill bask in those pleasures of "the old way"... Remember the Snow, remember the beautiful dinner you dined over with your sweatheart. remember the words you both exchanged. Remember to kiss your kids before they go to school, remember your best friends are only a phone call or short drive away. Remember we dont live forever and that this life is a one-time gift, no exchanges, no returns.






Today, I saw a man stop; in the middle of the town square. He stopped, and looked up. And there, he realized he was not invinsible. We are gods We created. We, in one accord, worship ourselves.