Kayla is Alive.

Alive. I just posted that on my Facebook, "Kayla is Alive" and then I wondered, what really is living?

Is this strange "living" thing what some people consider to be great risks and great accomplishments, with wild rides throughout a hectic assortment of events that keep going on and on until someone ultimately dies?

Could this be life?







Or maybe "Life" is the customary things. You know, getting married, having kids, working in an office and regularly attending a place of worship, and being an upstanding member of the community, all complete with the two story house and white picket fence.

Could "life" look like this?



Or maybe "life" is the reality of things. You know, being depressed even on the sunny days, feeling guilty about eating that extra slice of pizza, and realizing that the idea of a "perfect life" is simply a facade?







And then, after looking for all these pictures online to visualize my thoughts, I realized that being "Alive" is honestly, just what is made of it. As i typed that i thought to myself "Good job KaylaJo, you just wasted a half an hour to figure out something that everyone has known for years", but the I though about it further, and realized that "Life" is NOT what you make it, but it is simply what is being made.

Like a sculpture with a thousand sculptors, "Life" is something that can only be done once, with thousands of variables and changes all through out the process of creating this thing called "Life" which can only be summed up upon death.

Life isn't what you make it, but simply, what everything and everyone in Life makes of it, all together in both chaos and harmony, thats all there is to it.

So now I hope, that as I too, along with everyone and everything else in the universe, affect tiny bits of thousands of lives, that I can do a good job of it, because if not, then the little pieces i make of life are screwed.

So i say to you all (even as cheesy as this post may be) Happy Living,

With much Love to all that read,

~Little Miss Indie Trash