Novel & Cerita For What It's Worth Book

After settling my parents' well-being, I returned home. Fiona's figure was nowhere to be seen in the empty house. I sat on the couch, reflecting on the past five years. From an energetic special forces soldier to a live-in son-in-law. From a humiliated loser to a hero returning to the unit. The ups and downs of life made me understand what true value was. Personal gains and losses seemed insignificant compared to the greater cause of the country. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the phone rang. It was the commanding officer from my unit.

It felt as if my blood had stopped flowing. Randall clapped his hands and chortled. "Go on. Keep the show going!" Alicia deliberately stomped on the ashes with her heels, sneering as she declared, "I can't believe you resorted to such deplorable tricks just to avoid lending the money, Gregory? You think that stuffing some random ashes into a stupid vase is enough to—"

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They walked along quiet streets, stopped in bookstores, ate pastries on a bench overlooking a river that moved without hurry. “Do you think this is what we were running toward?” Eli asked. Lena watched the water. “I think this is what we were running past.” That night, back home, Lena wrote in her notebook again. I used to think worth had to be defended. Now I think it reveals itself when you stop arguing. She closed the book and didn’t reread it. The project continued. So did their days. Nothing exploded. Nothing collapsed. And that, Lena realized, was the miracle.

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He chuckled and shook his head. "I’m not measuring my worth here, Sydney. I’m purely asking—why Hade and not me?" His eyes widened, and I chuckled, watching him hit by realization. Then it hit me too. Does comparing feel similar to questioning worth? The book said the right people show up. The right people care—not only when life is convenient, but when it’s difficult, messy, and aching all over. The right people take chances. They choose you as confidently as you choose them.

The book that she handed to me piqued my interest. ‘The Art of What-if’ “Something that very few people know about me is that I carry a rare genetic disorder that makes it nearly impossible to conceive, and if someone with it does, then they run the risk of passing it onto their pups. I had always wanted to be a mother, and I felt like my heart was shattered when I was diagnosed. My grandmother gave me this book, and it changed my entire viewpoint. There was an infinite amount of ‘what-if’ scenarios. Instead of focusing on them, we need to ask ourselves ‘what if I don’t’ and that answer often times provides more clarity than any other line of thinking. I want you to read at least the first t

“Help yourself to my things.” He shrugged. “I’ve been meaning to read this one.” I raised a brow at him. It was a book about empowerment in the workforce. “You know that’s from a woman’s perspective, right?” He shrugged. “Even better. Maybe I’ll get an idea of what goes on inside that head of yours.”

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.