Bain Of My Existence Meaning Novels & Stories

Rebirth, being born again. I don’t know how true this term itself is, but after experiencing a near-death moment, I can say that the word 'rebirth' does hold deep meaning for me. It was a life-altering event that made me realize the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment. The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude.

“Not now that I understand what it means. Not now that I’ve experienced the value of this temporary existence firsthand.” The execution ground goes silent.

Now that I don’t have any job, how will I support my mamma? How will I live? I spent all my teenage years trying to do something that was never meant for me… Only if I would have learned something productive back then. My whole being is exhausted and worn out. What is the meaning of my existence? Sometimes I just want to go on a hiatus, away from this world. It is very cruel. Fate is very cruel… I got up from the bench and started walking with drained-out moments. Only if I could end all the things of my life. On my way, I saw a bridge which was built on the river.

Sangeeta said. "I have achieved so much in life, I couldn't ask for more. Anything other than this would be greed," I admitted. "What about me? I have done nothing to be where I am, you took me from the dust a lowly servant and brought me here. How do I get through a night with the thought that you are not here? If I had to live without your existence what kind of life would that be? I need you to hold, you are my world, my heart and my soul.

I hold back my tears, just go on my way to school, if I stay home, things will mess up more than normal. I look through my classroom window, there was a big blue ocean, I feel like it tells me what is my value in front of this big universe those through, break my heart into a piece. At that time I was thinking if I could just disappear from existence people will live a more happy life. I was thinking about or complaining about why all bad things happen to me only, why I have to be the one who is the cause of all suffering and pain. do I exist only for being a pain in other life, I should no I will sacrifice my life for other.

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.

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

"If the case succeeds. What does it actually give you?" He was quiet for a moment. "Not money," he said. "I don't need money. I have money." He looked at the window, at the street outside. "A name. The formal legal recognition that I exist in relation to him. That the choices he made don't get to be the final definition of what I am or where I belong." He paused. "My mother gave me everything she had and it was enough for a life, it was more than enough. But she couldn't give me the thing that wasn't hers to give."

Bain’s presence shifted—not louder, not closer, just there. 'You were never alone,' Bain said. ''I had nothing to say until you were ready to hear it.' A pause. 'I have always been here.' Bain replied. 'I will always be here for you and our mate.'

I open the drawer, take out my wallet, and stare at her picture. My beautiful Mumma. Happy Birthday, Mumma. I wished her and kissed her picture. Yes, today is her birthday. I stared at her picture, and words came out of my mouth unknowingly: "You are the reason for my existence, Mumma." Without you, there would be no Ansh. I said this and instantly felt a lump in my throat. The pain of not being able to see her created a hole in my heart because when I could see her, that time was beautiful, and memories of her are like a treasure for me.