Futile Struggles Novels & Stories

Chapter 62 'In a harsh, cruel world where success is only measured by financial income, the higher moral values are ‎getting lost and forgotten. No one counts your efforts, good deeds, struggle, and giving unless if these ‎deeds make money. Money nowadays, unfortunately, is the fake God everyone follows. If you make ‎solid profits you are a human being worth respect, but if you are struggling and working so hard in life, ‎yet your struggle and good deeds don't make you the money you need, you only worth neglecting.‎ When your life is in turmoil and your soul appears to be lost hold your head up high and try to smile. When doors are closed others open up to sometimes yield better horizons. Th

Welsh took the plastic bag , entered his car and drove off to the forensic lab for further testing. It was snowing, Jude in his car driving, still searching for the USB drive, Jude stopped his car at a house, he looked around the house, but nobody was inside, he broke the door, entered the house, restlessly searching everywhere, frustrated, he picked up a glass cup on the table then smashed the glass cup on the ground, still searching he couldn't see anything "Ahhhhh Fuck" he yelled. as Jude was coming out of the house he saw a drawer he opened it , there was a phone inside the drawer, he picked the phone from the drawer then he quickly left the house and drove off.

It makes me feel better that I’m not the only struggling person alive. “Good job Rafael.” He’s my right hand man and so far my best warrior and he has successfully knocked down three men. Only problem is none of my men get knocked down, just temporarily out of the game, which is why even though he’s knocked down three, he’s still fighting five. This could take hours. Days even. WINTER. I think I know where our problems stem from. It’s that we didn’t have parents to guide us of maybe we’re just two idiots that are not sure what we want.

On my phone, there was no trace of a network. I was having trouble walking because of my high heels. Whatever happens today, I will not give up. Otherwise, Rachit's statement that I need him will be proven correct. I pulled off my heels and walked with me in my hand. A lonely girl and a deserted road with thunderstorms. What if someone appeared out of nowhere and caught me? Yes, why not? I can't even contact anyone for help. Can't I stand up for myself? I'm not even carrying pepper spray. Yes, you're speaking as if you're a naïve person. It enraged my subconscious that I was listening to my dumb thoughts.

I let her into Vish's arms. She hugged him tight and so he did. She was happy. And Vish's eyes became teary. The scene in front of me softens my heart. I then moved to hugged both of them. It felt too good. "Life is full of endless struggles. But, it is part of human nature, we are inborn to it. The best thing we could do is to find ways and make our way out carrying the lessons and confidence we earned throughout the process. Let's all stay strong and humble. We may not let those struggles dictate our individual self as a whole." – BeauWP

But every strike only fueled its flames, the grin growing wider, hungrier. Vera collapsed, sobbing, as her broken reflection climbed her body, whispering her deepest fears into her ear. Stepbrother faltered, his twin glitching faster than he could calculate, equations unraveling into chaos. The city roared approval. --- “Stop fighting them!” I shouted, forcing air through my lungs, dodging another slash from my puppet-double. “That’s what it wants! It’s feeding off the struggle!” Madison gasped, pinned by her fragments. “Then what do we do?!”

Continue to sink into despair, let the water close over my head, stop fighting the current — or find a way to fight back. But the fight seems impossible. It seems not just difficult but categorically impossible, in the way that asking a broken leg to run a marathon is impossible not a matter of willpower or character or the correct motivational framework, but a matter of the basic structural damage that needs to be addressed before any of the rest of it can even begin. Every hope I cling to feels fragile, tissue-thin, liable to disintegrate the moment I apply any real weight to it. Every step forward presents as a mountain. Not a hill to be climbed with determination and the right footwear.

“Do not give up hope yet.” Hope. Such a hollow word. I looked down at Natalie, her body limp against me, her face too pale, too still. She seemed to be sleeping, but I was no fool. It was not peace that held her, it was struggle. The only faint comfort was that her wounds had not healed with supernatural speed. That meant her body was resisting, fighting. But what if it failed? What if her strength bled out, leaving nothing behind? The thought was a dagger twisting deep inside me.

But struggles are futile, there's no end to this infinite darkness. I tried to close my eyes, conceiving this ambiance. Unfortunately, all I felt is... .. .. .. .. 'Nothing'

Hilda was the latter. Nathan had read Hilda's information. She was a strong woman struggling to live in a desperate situation, just like a grass seed under a boulder. Although she had been crushed by the unbearable weight of fate again and again, she never stopped struggling and did her best to emerge from under the boulder and reach for the sun. Even if she encountered failure again and again, she would keep on trying. Fate had drained her of all of her spirit, and every time she saw hope, it was extinguished ruthlessly. Yet, she was not willing to surrender and resisted again and again. Even if she bled, she would fight against her destiny to the bitter end.