Today was whatever. Full of ups and downs. One of the significant ups was listening to a small men's choir sing I Have Had Singing. There are not many lyrics, but the ones that stand out to me are "I lie here. I have had pleasure enough. I have had singing." When I hear these things all other thoughts melt away and I welcome that which is omnipresent- passion, music, death. They are all the same.
I picture an old man on his death bed breathing out these last words, as if there weren't any other so worthy. And I desperately wish for that to be me.
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