“I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you- to make each day count.”
There’s this Matt Wertz song called “5:19” and I’m not sure about the entirety of the lyrics, but I know that at one point he says “it’s 5:19, and I’m feeling alone,” and yeah, he’s talking about minutes and I’m thinking about days, but it continues to echo inside me, and even though he’s not an artist I seek depth from or listen to when my heart hurts, it’s not stopping me from etching the idea into my skull and convincing myself that no other words have ever developed such truth.