The times, the times

There are times you want to listen to Coldplay. There are times you want to listen to Dimmu Borgir.

There are times you want to buy an apartment. There are times you want to sell one. There are times you want to do both at about the same time.

Times when you buy a motorcycle, thinking that it's the coolest thing there is to do. Times when you sell the motorcycle. Thinking that it's not so important now, it's been 10 years there sitting in the barn, without nobody driving it. Better that somebody drives it, an enthusiast. I'd rather ride a bicycle now. Because I'm not going anywhere far away, and I like to burn spaghetti instead of gasoline.

Times when you play the bass, times when you play the guitar, times when you play with nothing except the FruityLoops software. Times when you think that being a musician is the only possible career option there is, times when you don't even think about music, except learning a song from the childrens' show that's on each morning. Times when you see how right you've been, and how wrong you've been. Times you realise that it's about the perspective.

There've been times when I've been very lonely. When I've craved attention, a lot. From about anybody. There've been times when I've craved for solitude. Oh boy, there's been a lot of those times lately. The balance might be tipping at about now. If you count only the time, not the intensity. And after some decades, when the offspring have left home, it might tip the other way again. Of course, there'll be about a decade of celebrating the new freedom, in the meantime. But I'm getting way ahead now.

There are times when you think that Mad Max II: The Road Warrior is the greatest movie there is. And then again, uhh. Well, it still is, isn't it? Ok, some things persevere. And that's good.

Perhaps, the thing that I wanted to say, is: it's not the times that change, as they keep on saying, it's you that changes. And by you, I mean myself. And you also. Clear?

Times when you want to write the blog, or whatever, times when it's not a question about what you want, instead of about what you have to do. Might be weeks or months, the times. Patience might be required. But if there's a hole, in the tight schedule of all the things that need to be taken care of, I will write a tiny post, while consuming a couple of doses of alcohol. I enjoy that a lot. I hope that reading all of this, to the end of the very last sentence, is not an insurmountable pain for you. You're not skipping paragraphs in hope of finding a punch line, aren't you?

There isn't one.