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"No, Nat- It's what you make it"

For the longest time I've trained my brain to think that it is okay to say "it is what it is." Until a few days ago, I was with a friend and he said "No, it's what you make it." Something his father taught him, and he passed it on to me. 

That night I was laying my bed with my Christmas lights on, fan blowing on me, cuddling my stuffed animal Buzz, I realized that I've settled, I've let that phrase be enough for me, and it became some sort of justification for how things are in life. 

Life is what we as individuals make, we are not punching bags, we don't just roll with "it is what it is" because we are fully capable to make changes, we were given an unimaginable capacity to chose which paths we'll take, we've been blessed with unfathomable wisdom to think for ourselves and to decide whether the life we live is okay with us. Life doesn't decide for us, we make it. Every decision we make, every person we keep or push away, places we go, and things we do, it is all up to us, not life. 

I understand life happens all around us, it effects us in certain ways, and I have been so foolish as to say "it is what is is" and settle for that. It should never been good enough for anyone, anything that we face, the giants we fight, the setbacks that that we conquer, we make choices how to proceed forward. We are the ones who are responsible for our course of life. We can not blame anyone else for whatever it is that may have happened, we just look up to Him, we thank Him for the freedom and the wisdom we've been given, and we decide the best we can, what we will do. 

The pains of relationships, the loss of loved ones, and the witness of self destruction, what will you do? Whatever it is, don't settle, don't say those foolish words, make a change. It may sound so cliche when I say "life's what you make it" but it certainly is. God didn't make us to be punching bags, nor clueless, we were made in His image, He never settled for anything, there was always a life to live, a purpose to fulfill and people to love. 

Get it. Make it. Live it. 


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