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  • I love sitting and listening to music.

    Just sitting, and listening... that's it.

    It's a past time not many people my age do anymore. It's like it went out with the record player.

    Music has become so accessible its value as a single hobby or interest is a rare past time. Listening to music exists as a secondary action to driving, working, cooking, partying, whatever.

    That's why, I suppose, I tend to think very fondly of those few who take the time every so often to just sit and listen and think about the meaning behind it all.

    There are some really, very beautiful words out there; some really, very beautiful words for life.

    "Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden)."
    -The Four Loves, Pg. 268, by C. S. Lewis
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