Fulfilling Life Novels & Stories

I cannot bear life without dreams, since my childhood I have not experienced living without dreams, to wait for something, to be deprived of something, To close your eyes at night hoping for something, to receive a promise of something. the life is hope, who lost the hope is losing life. Life is full of beauty, notice it, notice the bumblebee, the little baby and the smiling faces, feel the smell of rain and feel the wind, live your life to your fullest potential and persevere in your dreams. The beauty of life is to live it with what you have, and adapt yourself with what you have in order to love your life and live it happily. Life is a garden of joys, satisfactions, and opportunities for

Anyone who would refuse to constantly strive for fulfillment used to be cast out, and declared a failure. Now, though, everything was different. In front of a fire, in a warm cave, you weren’t forced into living anymore: of the oh so pressing opportunities none remained. You weren’t considered a failure for doing nothing with your days, and finally every breath taken was enough to justify a life. Incapacitation was the wellness holiday everyone had been longing for. There was finally no longer any need to rush after life or its opportunities. Suddenly it was respected to simply sit back and watch the minutes pass.

Absolutely nothing! Only the soul will be carried away and nothing else. Enrich your life experiences, nourish your soul with satisfaction, love, great values, character and blessings. Only these things will matter at the end and we will carry it along with ourselves. Why have we taken our life for granted? Of all the people who go to bed, over a million people will not wake up tomorrow morning. And tomorrow if you and I wake in the morning, is it not a superb day? A million people did not wake up! You woke up, is it not a great thing? And for many, many millions of people somebody who is dear to them did not wake up so just check those 5–6 people around you. They all woke up.. Wow what a be

I love my life as a lady and am satisfied. I no longer have any unfulfilled desires inside of me. With Harsh, I realized I had always felt complete. Harsh always made me happy. Perhaps, though, I could not recognize that not everything that glitters is gold, and as a result, Harsh's heart was broken.

“It doesn't matter. Sometimes, the people we depend on most are the ones who let us down the most. It’s time you learn to stop putting your hopes in others. Everyone loves you when they benefit from you, not because you are so precious. So, you should learn to love yourself.” I scoff bitterly, “Yes, but that doesn't answer the question I asked you. Why are you being so nice to me?” “Well, because it makes me feel fulfilled. My daughter and her husband died years ago, leaving me with two children—a boy and a girl. The girl fell sick, and despite how hard I tried, I couldn't save her. I promised my daughter I would watch her children grow into good people, but I couldn't fulfill that promise.

Taylor said with a smile, I turned off the recording “What do you think of my dream, do you think it's lame?” “Of course not, it's actually beautiful, ethereal, it's simple yet more like a soul healing type of lifestyle, it's a life where you don't need too much to be happy cause the natural things of life already made you happy and you're fulfilled, it's a life where the smallest things make us happy and you don't to compete with anyone over silver or gold, it's a life that anyone with healthy lifestyle would crave for now I feel like I want to genuinely experience it too”

She remembered the years that love was missing and it made her even more grateful of her present life. God had helped her through so many things. She was going to make it again! Was this almost as reckless as her years on drugs? Was this just as selfish, the possibility of leaving her loved ones? It made the thrill-seeking less admirable in this light. “God, if You help me make it back to my family, I won’t need all this anymore, I’ll just need them. I’ll be content. Please help me.” She prayed.

A perfect life in my dictionary doesn't mean a life filled with luxuries and which will always be filled with happiness. A perfect life means to have someone for whom you would want to take holiday from your work, to have the ups and downs with them, to explore the various ways to surprise someone, to share the cup of your favorite beverage, to have someone talk to who can just listen you, to have someone to guide you and correct you, and so many other things that can never be explained.

I was feeling uneasy with all these negative thoughts occupying my mind. That’s why I chose direct face-to-face conversation and expressed my feelings to her. Finally, I confessed my love without messing up a single line. I was on cloud nine when I felt her raising her beats against mine while I hugged her as if my life depended on her. Yes, indeed my life depends on her because without her I don't think I can live life with fulfilment. Perhaps I would be only surviving in life but not living with fulfilment. Surviving and Living the life are totally different things.

Lucas whined a little, then scrambled up on his own, racing into my arms, giggling and crying, "Mommy!" They said in Westbridge, the Foster empire was no more. In Westbridge prison, a madman raved with vacant eyes. I only smiled. I gathered Lucas into my arms and carried him home for a warm bath. Some lives had ended. Ours was only just beginning, full of noise, joy, and life.