My daily ritual in the late afternoon while in high school: Shuffle all his songs, bite a dark chocolate bar, and have a sip of warm tea.
I still have the same ritual today.
After all these years listening to him, singing to him, following him, admiring him, playing his songs on the piano, strumming like a beggar to his melodies on the guitar, and just wishing one day I would have a chance to meet him … It feels surreal to realize that my wish would come true very, very soon
I’m grateful that this year, one of my longest-running fantasies would come true.
I’m also grateful that today, I succeeded at lighting up my 10′s day with something I created myself, to which he immediately squealed about, something I always find endearing to listen to … Today marks our 25th month being together. I just wanted to tell him he’s my perfect 10 papoy in a minion. He impersonates the minions well enough to give my abs some of the greatest workouts they’ve had in a while.
10 once reminded me that on the day we first met, we both sang duet on one of my idol’s songs. I sing at least two of his songs every time I hit the karaoke bar, and I’ve gotten so used to it, getting so lost into his lyrics that I didn’t notice 10 was singing along :p
I truly believe that great works of art are made without logic or reason to support its labor. As doodler and copywriter Hugh MacLeod puts it in his book, Ignore Everybody: and 39 Other Keys to Creativity: “Art suffers the moment other people start paying for it.”
What do you guys think?