Novel & Cerita Hidup Itu Pilihan

Explain it this way. If you had a kid named John, you've raised and took care of him for 9 or 10 months before he just suddenly died or was never alive to begin with and you felt as if you imagined the fact you even had a child named John to begin with… would it be the same if they had another child? No, every PERSON is different, different skin colors, hair, eye colors, heights, weights, occupation, personality though… That’s where it makes you who you are, you as a person should be defined by your personality. Not by your choices.

Choices that could cost them everything. Samantha and Andrew are faced with a choice that could change the course of history. They can either choose to continue their fight against the organization, or they can choose to save their own lives. They know that if they continue their fight, they might not survive. But if they choose to save themselves, they'll be condemning the world to destruction. They have to decide what's more important - the lives of billions of people, or their own personal survival. It's a decision that will change them forever, and it's a decision that will change the world.

I have to protect them at all costs. There is a saying in the Ridgewood pack that goes like this, "You must make a choice: either you endure a lengthy life witnessing evil stabbing you right in your face, or accept the option of not living at all." It took me a while to understand this saying, but when I understood it; it made real sense to me. That saying exemplifies the reality of life because the truth is that, anyone seeking to live a long life, must accept to be ready to witness a lot of evil.

"She promises peace. An end to fighting. An end to fear. An end to everything." "That's not peace. That's death." "What's the difference?" Hope tilts her head. "You've died multiple times. Did it hurt? Or was it just quiet? Just nothing? Just rest?" She's right. Death was peaceful. Silent. Easy. But life. Life is hard. Beautiful. Worth it. "The difference is choice." I move closer. "Death is the end of choice. Life is infinite choices. And I choose you. Every time. Every reality. Every version."

" Hazel, you've been hurt so much. This I know. But I did not raise a daughter who would easily give up on life. I raised not only a survivor but a warrior. Dont allow past hurts or any hurt, drain you of life. Remember baby that you have choices, whether to live or to die. Whether to let all those who hurt you have power or you or hold the power. You have the choice to do something or be nothing. You have the choice to have happiness and joy, reign in your life or simply let go and be clouded by every bad memory and experience. What happens next is your choice. It's your choice and no one elses. No one can live your life for you. You need to think about you when you make this decision. "

Because that’s all there is to life. You simply have to fight through life. You always have a choice. You can roll over and die, Or you can keep fighting. And I choose the latter. Because to me? To live - is to fight.

Then whispered, “that sounds like a different life.” “It was,” Antonio said gently. “But it isn’t the only one we get.” That made me look back up at him. Something in my expression tightened slightly—not in pain, but in realization. “You say that like we still have choices,” I said quietly. “We do,” he replied. “Even now.” A pause. I adjusted Arias once more, then leaned back slightly in the chair, exhaling. “I don’t know how to live in choices,” she admitted. “I’m used to surviving decisions other people have already made.”

Arielle looked at Cassian. Especially then. The voice became quieter. And if choosing life means choosing pain? I will still choose it. Why? Because pain is not proof that life was a mistake. For the first time, the black-eyed baby looked uncertain. Arielle saw it. A tiny flicker. The beginning of something. Not choice. But the possibility of choice. She stepped forward. You don't have to decide everything today. The baby stared at her. You don't have to carry every rejected life.

She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.” I look at her and notice she is giving me time to ponder and let the information sink in, “Wait! So if i want to live i have no choice but to do this. How is that a choice?!” Im huffing and crying now feeling like i am having something forced on me and i hated that living more less dying.

I sat back, Surprised, no one had ever asked for my opinions in anything and I never saw a problem with that, it is how a person learns to live in this world, when they embrace the fact that they will always be options and backups. ‘‘I am not sure if at all, you are making the right choices,’’ I laughed sadly, ‘‘ I don’t have a taste, I mean my taste is pure and rather plain, just suggest, I am okay with a anything,’’ I smiled back. The y could suggest anything, suggest that we spend a day in another planet without people, I still wouldn’t care. I had given up. ‘‘No you decide, last time we did, we did,’’ he insisted.