There’s a scene in A Complete Unknown I can’t stop thinking about.

Bob Dylan steps on stage at the Newport Folk Festival in ’65. Thousands and thousands of people chant his name. They came to hear the songs they know. To see the Dylan they know.

But Dylan has moved on.

He picks up his electric guitar and plays his new music. The crowd boos. They throw things. Festival organisers try to cut the sound.

It’s uncomfortable to watch. I caught myself thinking, Just give them what they want.

But he doesn’t.

He stands there and keeps playing. Looking forward, not back.

And sitting in that dark cinema on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I realised —

I want to be brave like Dylan.

Lately, I’ve felt torn—between what I think I should do and what feels true.

We talk about that on the pod this week.

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