Don't Believe Everything You Think Novels & Stories

She said. “Don’t apologise. It is not your fault. We are all doing the best we can. Maybe you just need to stop trying to make it work and just feel it. It happens to me, sometimes I focus too much on the technicality of what should be done, and forget that there is no manual on how this should work. Another thing is, if you don’t believe you can do it, there is no way you can. Believe in yourself, believe you can do it.” I said to her and she took a deep breath.

"I want to believe that." "Then start by acting like you believe it. Even if you don't. Act like you're free. Act like you have choice. Act like you matter. Eventually the acting becomes real. Becomes true. That's how it worked for me. How it still works for me. Some days I have to remind myself I'm not cursed. Not broken. Not worthless. But reminding helps. Acting helps. Choosing helps. Every day. Every moment. Choose yourself. Choose freedom. Choose—life."

I knew that I was riding on a high, but that didn't mean that I should neglect every sound advice that came my way because I believed that they were out to get me. I think it was a flawed mentality to think that everyone just wanted you to be unhappy when, in reality, they were just trying to shield you from more problems. "Have you stopped for a minute to think about this? Maybe you're just overreacting, and everything is looking too good to be true, because sometimes I second-guess myself all the time. I don't know how I will manage, but I know that I love being here, and he is completely into me, unlike the first time I got here." I pushed away every self-doubt that would steal my joy.

"Listen to me Duncan. Sometimes things happen in life that make us think we could do better. But at times, it's just nature helping us to experience something great." I shook my head in disagreement, "No, no, I don't believe in that shit. If certain things doesn't work out it's definitely your fault. You don't have to blame nature, that's lame." She walked away from the window with her hands folded on her boobs. "I know you are not going to believe me. I don't have time to argue with you." "If you believe such shit Talia, then you need to reset the way you think," I muttered, knowing she was going to get angry with what I just said.

“Something I can’t explain, something out of the ordinary, something unimaginable, something I don’t think I will ever be able to retell and I don't know if anyone would believe me.” “Then you should forget about it, don’t let it hurt you. You have to live to fight another day.”

They couldn't understand what Lucas meant. Before they could ask, they heard Lucas say again, "Don't ever believe your own eyes. Because even your eyes can deceive you sometimes." ... "Don't be complacent!" Suddenly, a fierce voice rang in the ears of Everyone present.

DON'T TRUST ANYONE. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!!

Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for. "I'm thinking about nothing," I say, lying. Lying like I always lie. Like I've always lied. To everyone. To myself. To him. To us. To everything we could be. To everything we should be. To everything we will be, perhaps, one day. If I stop running. Stop being afraid. Stop doubting. Stop hiding. Stop forgetting myself. Stop forgetting everything that matters. Everything that is worth it. Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for.

she went on, “who needs proof. If I don’t see something with my own eyes, I don’t believe it. That’s how I’ve always been.” “That sounds convenient,” I said quietly. She glanced at me sharply. “It’s realistic.” “Is it?” I asked. “Or is it safer?” Her lips pressed together, her jaw tightening. “From experience, I know people exaggerate. People lie. People convince themselves of things when they’re scared, or lonely, or trying to make sense of something bad.” “So you think they’re making it up,” I said. “I think,” she replied carefully, choosing each word, “that if I don’t witness something myself, then believing it blindly is pointless.”

"Very well. Our first and most important teaching is this: doubt everything." Certainty blinked. "Excuse me?" "Doubt everything," the beginning repeated. "Hold all truth lightly. Question all certainty. Embrace uncertainty as the foundation of wisdom. Remain perpetually lost while still walking forward. That is what we teach here. That is the wisdom we have earned. That is the understanding we share."