Novel & Cerita Hidup Itu Pilihan

I looked away from Goodness as I tried to understand what he meant. "Nobody is born to die. Everyone has equal opportunity to live. It all depends on the choices they make. My brother didn't have a choice. He was barely up to ten years. He doesn't even know how to ride a bicycle or to answer a phone call without laughing. He was innocent, Goodness. My brother was innocent."

I thought it was just habit. Only now did I realize he had never cared about me at all. From beginning to end, I was just something to be used. Watching Ray and his childhood sweetheart excitedly discuss which southern city they should live in, I calmly left the room and made a phone call at the newsstand. "Professor, I'm ready to join the national translation service. I won't regret it, no matter what happens."

''Does that mean I made wrong choices? ''Shhh, don't say that-..'' He hushed placing a finger on my lips. ''You made the right choices but your timing was just wrong....'' I sighed. ''It seems a big chunk of my life is missing.... I'm not living life, I'm just trying to survive.....'' ''Sky, you know something?...Nothing in this world is missing, you just can't find it. It is there if you just look closer not in the perspective everyone sees things but in the perspective you want to see things. So forget your worries and live life to the fullest....''

It’s not reacting anymore. It’s choosing.

it was like they'd abandoned her for choosing what is best for herself. Koushalya took it well, she stopped caring about what others would say about her. Instead, she began to live for herself, which is quite peaceful. At last, she realized that it's her life, and she is the one who is going to live it, not those people who comment on her choices. she is the one who is going to face the consequences of her doings, not others. pain or smile she is the one who is going to experience these emotions in return for her deeds, not other people's. If she kept worrying about people and this society then she might forget to live her own life, she might miss her youth ness, adding to that her present,

He knew very well that they both were meant to be together and that just meant that even if they were separated, they would still end up together cause that's what their destiny said. “I love you.” She said as she hugged him tighter, her eyes closed and a smile fixed on her face. She didn't want to leave him not now, never. “I love you more.” He said, placing his chin in the crook of her neck. She was his happiness and the one he loved the most. He realized that making someone his reason to live on was not right cause now his reason for living was going to help others cause that's what he liked the most and that's what gave him happiness.

A world where people would never have to experience the pain I had experienced. For a moment, I felt the weight of those words. Because I knew pain. I knew what it felt like to lose everything. I knew what it felt like to wish someone could come back and fix everything. But I also knew something they did not. A life without pain was not automatically a life worth living. I stepped closer. "If someone takes away your ability to choose, how will you know the life you're living belongs to you?" The question silenced them. I continued. "If every decision is made for you..."

I didn’t write this to promise you safety. I don’t believe in lies dressed up as hope. I wrote it to promise you a choice. Choice to walk away. Choice to stay. Choice to love with your eyes open. Choice to put the pen down—or pick it up and rewrite what you were told was inevitable. If you recognize yourself in these pages, I hope you’re gentler with that person now. If you didn’t, I hope you still believe them. The game is over. But living—messy, imperfect, shared living—that keeps going.

“Understatement. But I don’t think I have anything to wear. Maybe a pair of shorts and a tank top?” “Let me worry about it,” she says. “You said you want to do something different. You said you want to get out of your rut. Try living a little. Come on, Piper. You’re going to love it. I know it. And if you hate it, we’ll bail.” I roll over the idea in my head. “No,” she says. “Don’t think. Just say yes.”

"I would need you to go straight to the point Immediately otherwise you will have to sit and be still. Clearly, you are creating a meaningless confusion." "The question I have asked is not just for my pack! (Chuckles..) it's for all our pack. I mean, take a look at us. We are supposed to be at the top of the food chain. We!! but what kind of life do we live? It's not like we don't have these resources, neither do we not have wealth, enough to make us a country of our own."