Life is what you make it.

Life is what you make it. I have said this for the longest time and truly do believe in it. I don't sit there with any expectations though. I'm not using the term to define myself as a pessimist, nor am I going to say I'm an optimist. What I mean is how you see life is definitely up to you, whether what it is in actuality might be as factual as it can be.

You live a life full of struggle. Every day is worse than the one before. The next meal is a mystery. The next minute is unpredictable. Your life is terrible. What can you make of it? Plenty. Are odds against you? Definitely. But is that what I am referring to? No.

Most likely you will suffer and will keep on suffering until you pass away and fold on the horrible hand you were dealt. But how is life what you make it? Those simple moments you did live, how did you see them? How did you feel about them? What made you different from the person next to you? Did you laugh some days or did you cry all the time? Did you sit there and think about the beauty in everything you saw or did you wish for it to rot? Did you go out there and hug the world and its warmth or did you isolate yourself in darkness, in the cold, waiting for the dark?

Every second we spend, the way we spend it, tells a lot about us. It's not about what we've been given to work with, and even what we will end up doing with it, but HOW we feel at those given moments and how we see ourselves and those around us.