I dont understand the rigidity of my own time. some things, VERY rigid. some things, VERY flexible. but then some of those rigid things seem flexible and some of those flexible things get rigid. it feels like at most very little makes pure and good sense.
I should give some examples.
liberal politics. the way in which you can exist, VERY flexible. but also you must remain rigid in your flexibility. be free, but always watch what you say. liberate yourself artistically, but be as clear and direct about your intentions as possible.
life path. go to college>career>marry>family>retire. rigid if you want sucksess. but now wealthy kids on the internet do it this way: 6 months of college>drop out>quit job>buy van>get dog>kiss in waterfall>MLM? VERY flexible. could see that one playing out many ways.
maybe things are always flexible in retrospect. I was thinking about this today while watching the footage of Bob Dylan going electric on stage at the Newport Folk Festival in 1965. yes I will capitalize those names people. this is important shit. anyway. that crowd was completely and totally rigid. they were pissed that Dylan was playing anything other than their pure, rigid, acoustic folk. audiences around the world were pissed about it too. he got booed off stage in many, many languages.
but the flexibility of listeners a few years removed only saw pure genius. pure rock n roll. a man ahead of his time. a column of wind ascending into the future. maybe things do not seem like they make sense in the moment. its black and white. flexibility comes with time?
who knows. clearly not me.
all I can glean from this is that we all hold on waaayyy too tightly to our expectations.
you know what does make sense? the feeling when you finally do something that you’ve been terrified of, and it goes shatteringly well. no time for thought.
pure joy.
pure emotion.
everything that you have to think about for more than a split second? I don’t know man. youre torturing yourself with that one.
id give a lot to go back and experience the pure horror and ecstasy that ungrateful lot got the privilege to boo off the stage in 1965.
id bring my flexibility to their rigidity. 50 years ahead of my time.
hell, I might even get on stage.
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