Do What Matters Most Novels & Stories

Giving them what they wanted so badly: the alpha position. /Is it really that we’re training this life that they’re so hateful?/ I wonder. /We are more visible in this life than in our previous life. That might make a difference,/ Naveah answers sounding thoughtful. /It makes sense that if we behave differently others will do that too. The saying ‘the things you do matter, the things you don’t do matter’ is in existence for a reason,/ I sigh as I feel frustration rise.

“No, but seriously? You do mess up. You work too much, you miss things. But when you do, buy flowers. A lot of them.” Another round of laughter, but the truth settles in. I exhale. “The real answer? You make the choice. Every day. It’s easy to let the job consume you. It’s easy to chase the next deal, the next win, and think your family will always be waiting for you when you come up for air. But they won’t. So you choose them. You don’t wait until the battle’s over, until the company is stable, until things slow down. You make the time. Because if you don’t, you’ll wake up one day and realize you lost the things that actually mattered.”

"I'm not a shrink, so my personal opinion is pretty much worthless. Nevertheless, I don't think your motivation right now matters. Just bringing yourself back from the brink is what's important. Once you're in a better place, then worry about why you're there." I made a mental note to jot that down and explore it later. "What if my motivation never changes?" "Dude, I don't have a clue. All I can tell you is that I don't believe it matters whether you process the loss of your mom because you wanted to, or if some chick asked you to. Once you do it, it's done. Come to peace with that first."

It seems like I have everything doesn't it, so why does it feel like I just lost the one thing that mattered most? Myself.

" Once he was done with the jokes, Luke got down to business, "It's like this, there are two sides to every matter. Although this is a good thing, as you've said earlier, Brian wrecked the house just to meet her. So the most important thing to do is to see how to guide him." "It doesn't matter whether you did it for topic. "It doesn't matter whether you did it for a selfish reason or not temporarily keeping her here is the right thing you did. For the

It was understandable and it was also something I needed to be honest about. “I’ll work on that,” I said. “It’s going to take time.” “I know,” he said. “I’m not asking for overnight.” “What else,” I said. He thought about it. “To matter to you. Not as the father of your child or the provider of the house or the person funding your advocacy work. Just—” He stopped. Found it. “To matter to you as a person. The way you matter to me.” The kitchen was very quiet.

I will fight for my love. Ian: Now how you're planning to do that? Chris: I guess like you, with an apology I owe her. Mallory: And how will you apologise to her. Chris: Just like Mr Stevenson. Mallory: It wasn't just an apology but a promise. Before his apology, he wrapped his arms around me and held me like I meant the world to him. Every single word he said to me that day, were coming straight from his heart. You need to find your own way to reach to her. We all have a special thing we do. A moment, a habit that consoles us, make all our fears vanished, ease all the pains in our hearts. I'm sure you both have something special too. You need to find that moment, that habit, that always had

He loves playing hard to get. "Don't think too much into it," I said, my voice softening into a soothing murmur. "We all do stupid, awkward things when we are younger. We make choices that feel forced. What matters the most isn't where we started." I let my thumb stroke his cheekbone once, lightly. "What matters the most is what we turn out to be when we are older."

"And what matters most?" "Chance. This baby who'll need you completely for at least his first year. Probably longer. He matters most. Not business. Not money. Not, not proof that you survived Tyler. Chance. He matters most." He was right. I knew he was right. But knowing didn't make it hurt less. Didn't make the loss feel less significant. Didn't make, didn't make me feel less like I'd failed somehow. Failed to be superwoman. Failed to do it all. Failed to, to prove I could handle everything simultaneously.