Novel & Cerita Bain Of My Existence Meaning

I remember that I haven't been able to thank him yet. “I’m not but, thank you. Thank you for helping me, everything. And it only gives me the reason to say this, you shouldn't be here with me. Do you like what’s happening to me, to us?” “What are you saying?” he grinned broadly. I find them to be true. “This is the best thing that happened to my entire existence. So please, don’t be sorry about me or what will happen to me. I must thank you instead. You save my life. You gave me the chance to live and find my purpose in life.”

"At ako? Hindi ko alam kung hanggang kailan ako magiging masaya sa ganito, pero sanay na ako." "Do you know why we exist?" wika naman niya sabay tayo. Naglakad hanggang sa tapat ng bintana at namulsa. "It is to give people hope. To give them the impossible things the world can't give. We exist to help."

And eventually I ran out of reasons to stay behind the wall. *You are going to be born into a family that almost did not happen. I want you to know that the almost makes the actual more precious than most people understand. The almost is what gives the actual its weight. Without the almost the actual is just something that happened. With it the actual is something that was chosen. Every day. Against everything that made choosing difficult.*

And sometimes, the absence was more necessary than the presence could ever be. A breeze carried the scent of rain. I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me. Each inhale reminded me of the fragility of all things. Each exhale reminded me that fragility did not equal futility. Life persisted. Continuation persisted. And in that persistence, there was meaning beyond words, beyond record, beyond expectation.

--- --- Something chosen. --- Something that didn’t need to prove itself to exist. --- --- Because it already did. --- --- Out loud. --- ---

I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine. There is a stake being hammered into my lower back, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters my brain - or at least that's what if feels like. I lie so still, breathing shallow. All anyone sees is my form on the ground, blue jeans and white shirt on the grey carpet. They walk around me, chat and eat - blissfully unaware of the pain I endure. But what else can they do? Even if the hospital was closer we can't afford the care, who can these days? A life of higher joys is a life with more tears of all kinds. Every blessing is a cur

"You don't believe me, do you?" I laughed without humor. "How could I?" I told him, finding this absurd. "I know that I am not human, but not an ordinary Alerian? Pfft! Please, what am I, genetically engineered?" "Bryson, you are born with a purpose," he said with utmost seriousness. "You are meant for something big and something that would save lives, especially with the prophecy." And with a whisper, he added, "And with Reagan..."

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

we're happy. This day has something to tell me. I feel like it is a message for me that I am existing for a reason. I feel like there's an angelic voice in my head that tells me how lovely it is to truly exist, and somehow..I felt that. All this time I've been thinking that I am never enough for anything...and I realized, it was the opposite. I've been listening to demons that I lost control of myself. I forgot that I am living in colors and it lasted for a long time. And now, all of the realizations hit me. To exist is a beautiful gift.

That's all I had to do. Just exist. Even if existing felt like drowning