conversations.

The other day my sister was saying how lucky she is that she’s not lying in a hospital bed just wasting away.
And she asked me:
Who was I going to become? What music will I play on the radio? Where will I work? Who will I share my life with? What will I be proud of? What will I do?
So I told her:
I’m always going to be me.
But as great as I can possibly be.
I told her I’d hear my own voice on the radio.
Singing the tunes that I wrote some time ago.
I’d work where I can do what I enjoy.
That I’d be the lucky one to employ.
I’ll share my life with those that make me smile.
Cause life’s all about keeping it worthwhile.
I’ll be proud of everything that’s mine.
I’ll be proud of those that keep me in line.
And lastly I told her I’d do everything I can, cause hey…
We’re all dying anyway.

I read a quote the other day, it said
“Life is an opinion.”
At first I couldn’t make sense of it. Secondly I couldn’t make sense of it. Thirdly, fourthly etc.
I couldn’t come to my own interpretation, so I decided that only the person who said it must know what it means. Either that, or they could be as insane as Mozart.
I personally like Mozart.
But that’s just my opinion.