How Do You Live Novels & Stories

Imagine self safe. Move safe. Life is extremely unsafe. Life is very close to death. You live with caution. Do not end life. Whether you are in pain or even if you haven’t slept all your time. Engage with strength. Engage with life. You are to survive. To survive is life’s concept, the only precept. Imagine a death called hell and drain yourself away. You should live. Live is loving too. Self-love does help live in the world at its evil peak.

"And this time?" "This time, you're prioritizing yourself. You noticed symptoms and acted on them immediately. You're in therapy processing trauma. You've cut off toxic stressors. You're doing everything differently." She pauses. "The question isn't whether you'll die from this. The question is how you're going to live with it." I let that sink in. How am I going to live with it. Not: am I going to die. But: how am I going to live. "I'm terrified," I admit.

“So, what do you do for fun around here?” “For fun?” I asked, “There is no fun, we survive, do chores, and exist. That is our life. If we frolicked around having fun, we wouldn’t have supplies for winter and wouldn’t be able to help the injured.” I noted, realizing how difficult living in this time really was. “Still, you have friends you visit and talk to when you go to town, don’t you?” I shook my head, “I just arrived here so I don’t know anyone, really.”

"Are you saying I was dead before or I'm dead now?" "No, that's not what I mean. What I mean is when you finally start having fun, you get to live your life to the fullest. That's what I mean by 'live.' As it is now, you can travel anywhere you want, you can just do anything you want to do; you have nothing limiting you. I mean, you have the money."

Maybe if it's an emergency, it's nothing but asking for help from our closest neighbors. Telling stories and discussing about neighbors, living in housing is definitely not like we live socially in big cities or even in villages. Living in housing can be said to be easy and difficult. Some of them like to live in groups or gangs. Some of them do not like to socialize and tend to be alone. Just like me, who is said to prefer being the type of housewife.

I felt so small compared to them when they shone down. "How about something weird like...someone dying?" I suggested. "Someone dying?" She sputtered, half-amused, half-concerned. "Like, someone from school? Why? Are you planning something?" I scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous."

We can only be there for them when the time comes. One thing life has taught me is that in life we shouldn't live to please others, live to please ourselves. Do things according to you at your own time, not when someone wants. They are only holding you back, get out there, and do your thing. No matter how hard life gets, remind yourself that someone died today, someone slept with an empty stomach last night, someone achieved their dreams today, someone is on a hospital list hoping to get a kidney and you are lucky to be alive and healthy.

Sarah, though, didn’t look satisfied. “Listen, sweetie,” she said to her brother. “That’s all great, OK? Those are things that you and Callie would do if you lived together. Day-to-day routine stuff, which is important… but living with someone else isn’t just about taking the bus and washing the plates. It’s – well. It’s about living together. Making a home with another person, not just inhabiting a house with one.” She paused. “You understand me, Noah?” “Yes. Can I try again to answer the question?”

As if her music playlist had read her thoughts the song How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes began to play so she sang along with it “How do I…get through one night without you….If I had to live with you..what kind of life would that be…oooh…I…I need you in my arms, need you to hold….you’re my world ,my heart, my soul….and if you ever leave…baby, you would take away everything good in my life…and tell me now….how do I live without you…I want to know….How do I breathe without…if you ever go…..how do i ever….ever survive….how do I…how do I….oh how do I live…”

And now that it was the weekend, she was finally getting some time to relax from all that mess. She was spending the whole weekend lying in front of the air con and talking to Luan about random things, so pretty much-doing nothing at all. She liked that a lot as it made her feel relaxed and at peace. She had been really busy and stressed but at the same time, she was feeling relaxed because there was no drama in her life anymore and she was living her life the way she had always wanted to.