Novel & Cerita How Do You Live

he consoles himself “I condemned your actions but it’s not time to blame” She console. “Mommy, it’s not over, we have a reason to live and die, so you have to be strong, live for us. I know you have gone through a lot, but you have to be strong. live for me, Nasa, Kaiama and Ugo, you have to live for us, we’re are reason you must live” he said with so much composure. He stood up leaving, turns stares at her. and left. Nnenna watched has he walked into the cell, not even a drop of tears dropped from her eye, no more tears to cry. It was time for her to pick up her cross and move on, knowing the lights will shine when the time is right.

Thinking. "Mama, why doesn't dada live here?" "Because mama and dada aren't married anymore. We live separately." "Why?" "Because sometimes grown-ups can't live together. But we both love you. Very much." "I know. But I like living with you." "I like living with you too, baby girl." "Can we always live together? Just us?" "As long as you want. Yes." "Good. I like just us." "Me too." She went back to eating. Content. Secure.

"Can I really be normal? Have a normal life? Normal relationships? Normal future?" "Define normal. Because if normal means exactly like everyone else, no. You'll always be different. But if normal means having relationships and purpose and joy and all the messy complicated things that make life worth living? Absolutely yes. Forty-three enhanced individuals in this community are living proof. They have jobs, relationships, hobbies, and dreams. They're living full lives. You can too." "How do I start?"

THE tax that the government collects is for the benefit of the country, not for my medical expenses or other people’s extravagant expenditures. I need to speak with my father later. In the midst of my inaction, I decided to activate my cellphone and look for what-if events on the internet. Unexpectedly, I stumbled on a website titled Live Suicide, which piqued my interest, so I clicked on it and read the passage. Live Suicide is an exclusive platform where people put an end to their lives and commit suicide virtually where many rich people can watch it!

Derek couldn't help but admire their way of life. Aurora noticed his admiration and smiled at him. "It's a different world here, isn't it?" she said. Derek nodded, "It's amazing how you people live in peace with each other. I've never seen anything like this in my pack." Aurora chuckled, "Well, we have our own share of problems. But we try to work things out peacefully." Derek nodded in agreement, "I can see that. Your people are truly amazing." Aurora smiled warmly at him, "I'm glad you think so. It means a lot to me."

Looking around her room, clothes and books scattered on the floor and her bed. “Sorry about the mess.” Elena said, walking past me. “Lucas said you lived alone, who are those girls downstairs?” I asked, picking up a book from the floor. “Uuuhmmm.” Elena hummed, folding her clothes. “Elena?” I called out to her walking closer to her. “No one is supposed to know I live here with them.They let me live here because I needed a place and they proposed an offer to let me stay with them.” Elena said, wiping away a tear.

If I’d been capable of regular human connections, I’d probably used one of the vines to hang myself with. “Not given it much thought. I see. What have you been thinking about, if you don’t mind me asking?” “Oh, you know... what we’ll do after this, how we’ll survive. Finding food, finding a place to stay, somewhere to sleep. We really don’t have anything sorted.”

“Your place looks good.” “Thank you,” Vivian replied, a small proud smile forming. “Please make yourself comfortable.” She gestured at her pink-and-black fluffy sofas. “Thanks.” Tim lowered himself slowly, still holding his aching nose. “Do you live here alone?” “Uhm, yes.” Vivian nodded. “I have this beautiful little abode all to myself.” “Oh. I thought you and your bestie lived together,” he said. “No,” Vivian mumbled with a dramatic sigh. “Anna lives in a mansion.”

This feels like living instead of just surviving. But until then. Until that day comes. I just hold on. Just keep going. Just refuse to give up. Because that's all I can do. That's all any of us can do. Just survive. One day at a time. One moment at a time. One breath at a time. Until someday. Eventually. Maybe. It stops hurting quite so much. And we remember how to live again.

And me? I learned that survival is not the same as living. Survival sharpens you. Living softens you. For a long time, I mistook one for the other. I thought if I stayed alert, stayed ready, stayed strong, that meant I was alive. But strength without peace is just endurance. Living is different. Living is letting your shoulders drop. Living is trusting joy. Living is allowing yourself to imagine tomorrow without rehearsing catastrophe. One evening, much later, I stood in the doorway of the living room and simply watched.