Romans & histoires A Life Well Lived

'He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; Who has left the world better than he found it, Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; Whose life was an inspiration; Whose memory a benediction. Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You ha

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Mom," I whispered and felt something warm trickle down my cheek. No. This wasn't the time or the place to cry. I needed to say this for her. So wherever she was, she would know just how much she meant to me and how grateful I was to have her as my mother too. "A life well-lived is like a powerful work of art. Beautifully created and remembered by all. You were that beautiful melody in the rhythm of my life. The music of your life lives on. I live on because I know it is something you would want me to do. You are probably in heaven but I want you to know that I love you and that...I'll never forget you."

Nathan lied without hesitation, Eric smiled shyly. "Where are you, didn't you just come here to bring crabs and fish." “I live in the royal capital, now the royal capital has nothing to do, so I just moved these things. Seeing how good it is to live here, I want to stay here forever.” Nathan is hoeing the ground behind for Henry, heard that this afternoon there is grilled chicken with garlic for them to eat. Should want to work to stay for lunch. "Then why don't you buy a piece of land in this village to live in forever, just like me and Henry here."

the other team replied. "Right to live? In what way should a person live?" Gelo said before he made his way to the center and looked at everyone. Emotional appeal... Good job. "In what way should I live? Of course I would like to live in peace, in happiness, and in comfort. Every person would want such a way, am I right? However, for terminally-ill people," he quoted the word 'terminally-ill' in the air using his fingers, "is he or she living that way? Comfort? Happiness? Peace? No way. A sick person with no available treatment is living in grief, pain, and hopelessness. Is this the way he should enjoy his life? Is this the right you're referring to? Is this the way to really value a human's

They both thought about each other as they smiled at each other with love clearly visible in thei eyes. There was no need to say that out loud cause the other person knew it already. There was no need for words to describe how they felt. The love they felt for each other needed no description cause they were meant for each other. They had come a long way, from hating themselves to loving themselves. From giving up on their life to fight for what they wanted and whom they wanted to be with. Their wish to die had become a wish to live for each other. ~end~

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

The part that was just life. Underway.

My silence only angered Vivian as she sneered at me, "Jason put on a suicide act, so now you're copying him too? You're a grown man. Why are you still acting the same as before?" I still said nothing. Or maybe it was better to say I simply did not know what to say. I didn't know whether Jason had truly wanted to die, but when I couldn't reach my asthma medication, I had truly wanted to die. I suddenly felt there was nothing worth living for anymore. I had failed at everything; whether as a husband, a father, or a son. But now, I finally saw things clearly after Death's ice-cold hands brushed through my skin. I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself.