A Life Well Lived Novels & Stories

All the things she'd ever wanted to do, he helped her with them. She had multiple sclerosis and just three more years to live. Adam didn't like to talk, hear or think about it because it was painful. He dreaded the day she would have to leave them. He always prayed everyday for the time to go by slowly so she has a longer time to live. He didn't know how he would live without her; Abuela and Heather were his only family left after all.

PART 1 THE TRAVELLER Not all those who wander are lost ~ J.R.R. Tolkien. Jan 17, 2065 "Someone said, 'Immortality is to live your life doing good things and leaving your mark behind', didn't they? What better way to bring life to people if not through this, this handwork of mine. He pondered as he paced up and down his office. Imagine a life where everyone could be given a second chance living all heathy.

The properties and the trust provided stability; the foundation gave purpose; and the family rebuilt, imperfect — offered a future. They carried the memories as they went on living: the bitter ones that taught caution, the tender ones that taught forgiveness, and the quiet, luminous ones that refused to be wasted. Life was not perfect. It was, rather, durable in a way that mattered: full of days that were ordinary, fierce, kind, and small — exactly the sort of days that make a life worth living.

May 2011, India. They say life is like a rollercoaster where we have to enjoy the ups and downs of the ride. Some say life is a game and we're all the players while there's another group that sees life a stage where sometimes we're the performers and at other times we're the spectators. Life can also be a maze where we should find our way out and every problem can be little maze of it's own. Anya too had heard or read of all the examples of life but she knew each of these examples actually had an end or in other words, a solution, a termination, an expiration or some sort of conclusion and that made these names of life much better than the life she had. Her life was like a never ending potho

"It's simply very good." He was quiet for a moment. "Yes," he said. "It is." The music room was warm. The house was quiet around us. Tomorrow Margaret at ten. Thursday the proceedings. The work waiting on the desk. The camellia upright in its corrected soil. The last inch always mattering. And underneath all of it — underneath the schedule and the work and the proceedings and everything that was still to be done — the specific, unadorned quality of a life that was, finally, simply being lived. This is what it's like.

God created man just as He created nature. A woman's nature is not what happened to you. It's up to you, when it's time. Manorama said in a calm voice and took the initiative to sleep. 'Then why should I be confined to the house? It's not my fault. It is not a matter of guilt. At this time, it is not right to get sun and wind on the body. What happens to those who need it? 'The body is bad. 'I don't kill. Manorama bit her lip, 'The words of elders are different. Why did you forbid me to use oil soap? 'When you rub them, the mind is agitated. You need to keep calm at this time. " Chitta - Chanchal means ??

While stretching, she went downstairs. ....... ....... Life is not a spectator sport. If you're going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you're wasting your life The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation." .... ..... ..... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

Only now, at the end of my life, did I truly understand that nothing else really mattered aside from life and death. So, those who were alive should just live well.

will be rich like wisdom-living will need. Courage, cause, compassion - I will know them all. I won’t fall on disease face. I will grow strong daily. I won’t accept death, my Lord. Why can’t you let me live? Why can’t at least one in so many live if he aims to be alive? Take away the sword that kills! I cannot be ruined. I shouldn’t be ruined. I am growing rich. I welcome joy instead of pain and I smile on my face. I am rehearsing a good Mental state. I hold all signs of living safely. Why can’t I live? Great heavens! if ever you existed, I was never in need of you! Let me exist on earth. l let Earth stand taller, too. Why not? Why not? It’s a pain that swells up here. They weep; they take