Nostalgia is death, said Bob Dylan. Not that it’s forbidden to talk or think about the past. Just don’t live in it. I’d go along with that.
Handed a book that listed every song he had sung – and in what order – at almost all of the hundred concerts he had given, Bob showed more interest in when his cup of coffee would be ready. Asked if he wanted the book as a souvenir, he handed it back and said, no, he’d already been those places and done all those things. He then added that if there was ever a book that told him where he’s going, he might be interested.
Not so sure about that myself. Never had a great desire to know what lay around the bend. Not a great one for planning ahead. Preferred just to go along for the ride and see where the path took me. But then as Bob once said – you go your way and I’ll go mine.
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