How Rare And Beautiful It Truly Is That We Exist 소설 & 이야기

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.

"Just us. No complications. No one watching us. No one judging us. Just you and me existing in the most beautiful place on earth." Lyra felt tears spill over her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I want that. I want that more than anything."

“His logic has a way of turning into a cage.” ​“That is why we are here,” I remind him. “We are the resonance that checks his calculations. If he builds a cage, we will be the light that shows the way out. If he becomes too cold, we will be the heat that melts his iron.” ​I look out over the Web, seeing the billions of connections that make up the living world. It is a beautiful, fragile thing, and I realize now that it was never meant to be finished. A tapestry is only interesting as long as it is being woven. The moment the last thread is tied, it becomes a relic.

“If you know that I’m here to kill you, why are you being so familiar? You could simply inform the queen and it will be enough grounds to have me executed.” “Such is the burden of seeing beyond. What would I gain from your death? On the contrary, someone like you is born only once in every few millennia. I have a lot to lose than to gain from your death.” “And what do you mean by ‘someone like me’? Is a fae hybrid really that rare to find?” She suddenly sat up and peered at her. “You really have no idea what your existence signifies do you?” Freya was lost.

Stupid pregnancy hormones. "That's not the point. What I'm saying is, those things don’t take away from your beauty, Hailey. They add to it. They only show what your body's doing. You're giving life to a whole new human being. Do you realize how incredible that is? There are women out there who don't get such a privilege. Do you realize what they'd give to birth a child of their own? To experience these things you say, make you less beautiful?" I sniffle.

What I write leaves teaching, he who seeks finds, my books are read by people who need to read those lines, either to learn or because of the need to share with someone related to their ideas. We are temporary mortals in our passage through this world, everyone speaks and yearns for love, knowing that perfection cannot exist on a plane where duality exists ... True love is perfect and therefore does not exist in this imperfect world. .. Moreover, if there were at some point, by inverse reaction it would end up making those who feel it suffer ... To live is to know duality, feel pain and pleasure, sin and repent, but never touch one of the two poles. , because you stop existing as a human to

she muttered. “No, you are not, because diamonds are quite common, contrary to popular belief. Almost everyone gets proposed to with a diamond ring.” I lift her chin, turning her head in my direction. I start talking again as we make eye contact. “It’s not every day you see someone who owns a green imperial jadeite because it’s one of the rarest gemstones in the world. And that’s what you are—my own one-of-a-kind Jadeite, my precious gemstone—and there’s only one of you for me in this world. Only one Jade, rare and second to known. You could be broken in so many ways, and you’ll still be the most precious gem in my sight.”

To be someone as extraordinary as I am, and believe me, I know how arrogant that sounds, and crave nothing more than the ordinary that only one person gives me. I look over at Faith, who is walking comfortably in our silence and I can’t help but smile and breathe her all in. She is beautiful in her own right. One of those rare natural beauties who doesn’t have to try is easily overlooked but once the sunlight catches it there is no seeing it the way it was before. The extraordinary in ordinary life. She notices me staring and gives me a funny look. “What?” she asks, getting self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

she said after some pondering. "Then we're back to square one. Are we just going to watch our loved ones die?" Dominic sighed. "This is pointless. "I feel that our world is beautiful because of the cycle of life. Even leaves wither and fall, turning into compost that nurtures young plants. Why should human beings be any different? It's imperfections like death and separation that make our world perfect," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

And choosing connection anyway. The Absolute Zero began to weep. Actually weep. Tears made of pure cosmic essence falling through dimensions. "I have existed since before existence," it said brokenly. "And in all that time, across forty-seven trillion cycles, no one—nothing—has ever chosen me over survival. Ever valued connection with me over continued existence. I do not—I cannot—" "You are not alone," I said simply. "Even at the end. Especially at the end. You are not alone."