oh the thoughts….unfolding constantly in our head as we go about our life. as random as the objectives we go about, or the people we pass or the place we pass them. Imaginary obstacles and objectives created as we spend our days in a life where we deposit our chips into a bank, snack at shops and pretend whatever role we have happened upon is real. Men is suits passing us on their way to important things while the uniformed people in hats direct the traffic. We wake up and continue the role we went to sleep as. Custodians of anything or anyone we have pulled into our orbit. Occasionally in all this we might fall in love. With something or someone. 

If there is an absences of free will then our actions are impossible to blame. That the love we feel for one and not the other and the constant urge to go against rules are simply the universe playing out though us. That these roles we take and rules that are evident are simply that, that 3+3 is 6 and any variant of this is going to be attacked by the masses. Best to not tell everyone that it is just a game, those who are enjoying it too much or think playing is somehow not supposed to be part of this will lash out and kick us out of theirs. 

In all of this there are those we have to play with we do not want to play with. But we want something from them. Some of their energy or toys, so we play among their ways. We put on the dress to get in, we sit through the meals that taste bad and pretend to care about their stories. We do this all so we can simply take from them what we want and bring it to our side. We trade our pleasure and accept some pain for the fruits they seem to promise. Courting an idea or concept that we have come to believe in order to keep playing our own imaginary game. We give away our most precious commodity, time, in order to obtain something we also consider precious, money. The one thing that might buy us more of time. 

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

bob dylan