How Rare And Beautiful It Truly Is That We Exist Novels & Stories

How to help nothing understand why something was valuable? "Because existence feels," Ember said slowly. "Because being experiences. Because something knows joy and love and connection and meaning. Because consciousness perceives beauty and wonder and mystery and growth. Because existence is rich and full and complex and magnificent. Because something is better than nothing. Not objectively. Not absolutely. But subjectively. For those who exist. For those who experience. For those who feel. Existence is valuable because it includes experience. Because it creates feeling. Because it generates meaning. That is why. Because existence matters to those who exist. Because being is precious to thos

Never Again 🌷 “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” ~•~ •X A V I E R K N I G H T• There she was, the love of my life, my wife. She looked so simple, yet so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she walked in wearing the green dress. Amazement was so obvious in her honey browns, the moment my eyes landed her hand intertwined with Aiden, my jaw clenched. I balled my empty hands in fists to prevent myself from ripping his hands off her but when she slipped away from his hold, my fists loosened.

“Do you like it?” “Why of course, the very intricate designs and all are just very aesthetic. If I were to choose what is more beautiful, whether the modern buildings or these, I’d choose this one. Words cannot describe how wonderful they are. It’s like a palace but without people. It is a one-in-a-million place but the emotions are also one-in-a-million. Because it is just so lonely. Don’t you think so?” “Why would it be lonely if there is no one around to give such an emotion?”

I showed the way Arthur’s scarred, capable hand fit perfectly into mine, not as a symbol, but as a simple, physical fact of comfort. The grey courtroom flickered. The Warden’s perfect angles seemed to strain. I was flooding their machine of verdicts with evidence it was not built to process. "The beauty of a thing does not lie in its permanence," I said, my voice raw. "It lies in its truth. In its moment. My son's laughter is beautiful because it is his. This hand is beautiful because it is the one I chose to hold. You call it a distraction. I call it the reason we bother to exist at all. It is the counterweight to your sorrow. It is the point."

She started. "We are all humans.. you and me. We are equally perishable and mortal which sometimes makes us believe that our existence has no point since we were basically born at the verge of death. The word mortal itself suggest someone who is born to die and yet I do not think of mortality as a curse but more like a favour from God. You see it's not about how long you have to live but what you do with the time you have to live. I could live 1 billion years as some supernatural entity without a purpose and someone to hold dear to me and that would mean that my existence is pointless

His voice broke when he finally answered. “I think she did.” The creator closed his eyes briefly. And quietly— almost reverently— said the words none of us would ever forget: “Existence survives because nothing truly loved stays silent forever.”

’ The Beta voice drops an octane as he pushes the correct sheet of preliminary examination towards me. Well, you can’t have everything in the world I suppose—happiness is just an illusion and so is love. She is what she is and I must admire her for it. It’s like the total acceptance thing. Anyways, the world might be more beautiful without presence and intrusions; but then, who would appreciate it? We need creatures to keep going.

Everything is a huge maze to me right now, I don’t know where to go, what do believe, and what to do at this point. Nothing is making sense, it doesn’t most of the time in our life but there is nothing normal about anything here. I always believed that humans could not be the only living creature with such intelligence and stuff, but still, it’s not easy to make peace with this fact when it happens in real. It’s like how someone once said, “Not believing that aliens exist is like taking a spoonful of water and saying that sharks don't exist because there’s none in my spoon” I don’t remember the exact words or who said that but they were damn right.

Does anyone know for sure? What we do know is that when we finally find it, it feels like a new dawn illuminating the sky of our existence, painting the canvas of our life with warm, vibrant colors. It is an embrace that envelops us in its warmth, a whisper that makes us feel alive, a heartbeat that reminds us that we are not alone. It is the miracle of finding a piece of ourselves in the heart of another.

he asked. "It's clear; just take a look at yourself." "You know that's impossible, right?" "I mean, you are handsome and strong; you have everything to get any girl you want; you only want me now, but soon you might not want me as much anymore." "Don't you ever think that. Don't you ever think that you are not one in a billion—no, one in the whole universe. I think you are special and the most beautiful girl I've met." "You think I am beautiful?" I asked