Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
The older I get the more I get older music, and Bob Dylan is proving to be a badass sage.
I'm a creature of habit. I like predictability. I live in a place where permanence and green rarely go on vacation. It's always flip flop season in my world.
But the times are a-changin'
For some reason I'm yearning for some change. This wedding season came like a kick in the nuts, and while I was down for the count things started to look differently.
I need to travel more. Cold, snow, and changing leaves are not just for postcards and textbook covers, and now I have good friends in those far off places. These are the kind of friends that make you forget that you're freezing your ass off. Paradise sucks ass without those kind of friends.
The single life is starting to lose its luster, too. I won't elaborate too much on this since I'm not really sure wtfuck this means, but I've been thinking way too much about this crap lately. If bigger schmucks can pull off this dating thing, maybe it's a good time to test the waters again.
I have grown pretty complacent over the last few years. For some reason I'm looking for a new challenge - a new struggle, and the new struggle is more than learning how play kick-ass covers on the ukulele or marathon training.
And as I drove out to the beach this morning and felt the unfamiliar chill of autumn, I'm reminded that change can happen even in the safety of paradise.
And as I turned up the heater and cranked up the radio, Bob Dylan once again hijacked my thoughts. This place will never be enough to keep me satisfied.
Change is inevitable.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
