the times they are a changing while i’m blowin in the wind with the subterranean homesick blues. if you know bob dylan you’ll understand that. if not, do a wikipedia.
right now my instincts are telling me all sorts of stuff. good and bad. “don’t follow leaders.”
“twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift.” is that what life is all about? how much does that piece of paper from a university actually mean? should we as people conform to society’s lame standards?
sometimes, logically, certain things don’t make sense. but, what is sense? it’s only in the eye of the beholder.
sense is relaxation, stress-free, and enjoyment. why worry so much? be happy right? i’m pulling out all the cliches tonight. but seriously, why do we live such pedestrian lives? lame, they’re all the same. just working for some corporation that we’re afraid is going to fire us.
right now, i want to sell everything i own and move to maui. goodbye to everything, all the worries and such. if i’m busing tables at a restaurant for tourists so what? what does it mean? well, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind.
i guess you never know until you let the wind take you wherever it may blow.