Toe in the Water

Something for Chewsday to Chew On

Something for Chewsday to Chew On

I read somewhere recently that Bob Dylan reads his early lyrics and is amazed that he could write such words. He even admits that he can’t write that sorta stuff anymore. That’s quite an admission, coming from him.

I would say the same thing except that with me, it doesn’t matter since no one reads my old stuff anyway. But it remains true. And I am left wondering whether, on this sampling of precisely two people, it would be true to say that old age cannot say the things that came so easily to youth.

True or not, it makes sense that we should be concerned about different things from the young. If we haven’t learned anything after a lifetime of experience, it would be a sad tale indeed. Kind of negates the whole point of the journey, after all.

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