Bain Of My Existence Meaning Novels & Stories

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.*

“I assume that wasn’t a love letter.” Bain met her gaze. “No. Just an invitation to war.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re going to accept it?” Bain stood, walking toward her. “This isn’t about acceptance, Cassiopeia. It’s about survival.” Cassie hated this part—the part of Bain that thrived in violence. But she also knew there was no way out. “I just don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. Bain’s expression softened for the briefest moment. His fingers brushed against her jaw, tilting her face toward his. “You won’t.”

For me, a life like this is quite wealthy, having money to pay rent, having a car, and having three nutritious meals. “Idiot, I think life like this is good. What matters is that I have you.” I placed my hands on his soft cheeks and spoke gently. “You won't regret it, right?” “Of course. I've been eaten by you three times already, even if I regret it, I can't get anything back.” I hugged Brian and patted his broad back. No matter how strong a man is, he will still have weak moments. I believe that when he leans on me, he will have more motivation.

I was drained, hollowed out but the thing that kept me going was that Matthew Cain was alive. He was alive. I did it. And though my body trembled with exhaustion, my heart whispered only three words: Thank you, Papa.

"We are all humans.. you and me. We are equally perishable and mortal which sometimes makes us believe that our existence has no point since we were basically born at the verge of death. The word mortal itself suggest someone who is born to die and yet I do not think of mortality as a curse but more like a favour from God. You see it's not about how long you have to live but what you do with the time you have to live. I could live 1 billion years as some supernatural entity without a purpose and someone to hold dear to me and that would mean that my existence is pointless But If I spend tomorrow watching the people I love and adore sitting on the dining table with me laughing and striking up

"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.