Ramble on.

I am convinced I was born at the wrong time. I should have been born at the very least twenty years earlier, somewhere around 1955. There was so much more to explore - so much more potential, more to experience and more to learn. I am not sure if there would even be a place for me in this era, but I am sure it would have tried to accept me with open arms. Art, music, the movies, the culture, the clash of idea and thought, rebellion, reconciliation, it all would have rolled over me like a tidal wave, washing all around me and taking parts of me with it back out to sea. I try to capture what it would have been like to experience the changes and turmoil of this time period with the books, music, and poetry that was created as it was happening, but all they offer is a distant echo of what they were. The content is still there, the talent is evident, but like a sentence taken out of context, they lose their true impact. I am speaking of these references vaguely because for each person it is different. A single song verse or a line in a book might mean something totally different for different people. The important thing is to find that one part or whole, that gets things stirring, even if it stirs the wrong way, and take it on. Fight it if you have to, like it, hate it, disagree or fall completely in love with it, but take action on it. Don’t let anything slip by, make something happen and don’t take anything for granted and I have no clue what I am talking about anymore. My mind was wondered strangely tonight and it has ended up here. Could be the music I am listening to or something I have read lately, or the constant reflection of where my life is at/going, but it feels good to just write and let things flow out. I usually do this type of writing with a pen and paper, but tonight it feels good to throw it up on here. Take the brakes off, set it into high gear - it’s time to ramble on.