Hidup Itu Pilihan Novels & Stories

Your enjoy life But do not forget work To enhance your worth To be of high worth Love life Recite You repeat You rejoice I know you can climb You will rise You are meant for rise So you decide Choose just life Not end of life Choose life Choose life You repeat You recite You memorise Your choice of life Memory is blessing It’s all on you How you use it right Repeat Self rejoin Self rejoin I know it nurtures It decides Come climb Come climb heights We will be more eager More loving More confident in life More confident about life This is right This is right Do not repeat plight To repeat is not always right You forget past plight For to repeat is wrong If it’s sad The thought in mind You deci

"Of everything. Choosing. Birth. After. All of it." "That's normal." "Is it? Because it feels like I'm drowning. Like no matter what I choose, I'm destroying something. Someone. Some future that could have been good." "You're not destroying anything. You're surviving an impossible situation the best way you can." He stops walking. Turns me to face him. "Whatever you choose, it's the right choice. Because you chose it. That's all that matters." "What if I choose wrong?" "There's no wrong choice. Just the one you make. And we all live with it. Together or apart. But alive. That's what matters."

“And Ray is part of your version?” She looked at her hands. The question sat between us on the table. “I think so,” she said. Carefully. “But I also know that what we are right now is not a life. It is a series of stolen hours and carefully managed lies and a parking structure and a hotel room and Tuesday mornings. That is not a life. That is a situation.” “So what converts the situation into a life?” “Choices,” she said quietly. “The kind neither of us has made yet.”

Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game.

"Does it give you satisfaction to punish people?" "You think I chose to be like this." "Don't bullshit me,' I shook my head bemused at his ridiculous excuse," we all have some kind of a choice to choose the life that we want-" "Not me. . ." he shook his head profusely clenching his jaw," I had no real choice in terms of how my life went." "Is that why you're- you're the way you are?" I hope I didn't put my foot in my mouth. He gave me a quizzical look," You make it sound as if I'm not normal."

"Real life. Full life. Meaningful life. Not survival. Not safety. Not protected existence. Real life. That involves risk. Involves vulnerability. Involves potential death. But also involves meaning. Joy. Love. Everything worth living for. They're not choosing death. They're choosing to really live. There's difference." "What if they all disappear?" I whispered. Fear spoken aloud. Fear made real. "What if choosing love destroys everyone? What if I'm encouraging mass extinction? What if" "Then they'll have loved," Thorne interrupted. Firm but gentle. "They'll have lived. They'll have been real. They'll have mattered. That's not nothing. That's not failure. That's everything. That's all we can

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

So, he shielded her. The shock of it had been so intense that I'd fainted right there. After that incident, my parents sent Isabella to study abroad. She then married an heir living overseas. Her life had been far better than mine. But in this life, I decided to let her have George. I wanted to see how things would unfold for her. With that in mind, my lips curled into a faint smile as I said, "You're right. What's the point of having him if I can't win his heart? I hope you grow up quickly and marry him soon. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

Instead—. A memory surfaced. Not from the cycles. Not from simulations. Something older. A lab. A younger Adrian. Her—before everything. Standing before a glass panel. He'd asked her a question. What defines life? And she had answered—. Choice surpassed by design.’ The. Amina's breath caught. That was it. That was always it. Choice. Not survival. Not function. Not preservation. Freedom. Even if uncertain. Even if painful. Because imposed existence wasn't life.

I told him. "Everyone has different choices, Butterfly. Nothing is wrong and right in this world. It's all about different choices. What we like, we think it's right. So always do what you like and what you desire because there is nothing wrong in this world." He explained to me. "You're right. I'm nobody to decide what's wrong and what's right and judge other's people choices." I nodded my head. "Now don't think too much and enjoy the show." He said, placing his hand on my thigh.