No Direction Home
I spent today watching No Direction Home and Junebug. Junebug was good but I think I'm going to watch it again because this time my mind was preoccupied. I learned in my Roman class that when Caesar was young and in Hispania he came upon a statue of Alexander the Great. He said that he felt like he had done nothing important with his life. When Alexander was his age he had almost conquered the world. I kind of felt that way about Dylan when I watched No Direction Home. Let me just say that I don't want to conquer the world and I don't want to be a famous musician (I really have no musical talent) but I feel like I have no purpose... I haven't done anything. When I was in high school and again when I was at ECC taking a creative writing course, my teachers encouraged me to try to get published. I loved having my work slashed to pieces and rebuilding it but I never have thought that any of pieces were finished. I've never submitted anything and I hardly write anymore. It's kind of what has happened with photography. I've had many teachers tell me that I had talent and I should do this or that but I've never listened. Even if I do change my major to photography I don't feel like it has a real purpose except to have a profession and a degree. I love it but it feels kind of petty.
While I was walking today, I decided to look into some kind of volunteer organization that I could feel emotionally and mentally invested in. Nate and I have tried it before but most of the organizations we found were religious and seemed to want to push their religion on others. Maybe it will be easier to find something that I can feel invested in when we move to Lexington.
The documentary on Dylan (aside from my sudden personal crisis) was riveting. He's shy and reluctant to be in the spotlight. He genuinely seems like he his just doing what he loves for him and no one else. When people boo him because he has added a band and a blues feel, you can't help but flinch for him. At the same time you have to respect his stubbornness when he keeps playing anyway.
While I was walking today, I decided to look into some kind of volunteer organization that I could feel emotionally and mentally invested in. Nate and I have tried it before but most of the organizations we found were religious and seemed to want to push their religion on others. Maybe it will be easier to find something that I can feel invested in when we move to Lexington.
The documentary on Dylan (aside from my sudden personal crisis) was riveting. He's shy and reluctant to be in the spotlight. He genuinely seems like he his just doing what he loves for him and no one else. When people boo him because he has added a band and a blues feel, you can't help but flinch for him. At the same time you have to respect his stubbornness when he keeps playing anyway.