How To Be Everything Novels & Stories

Na kaya kong gawin ang ano mang bagay para lamang sa aking kagustuhan. And I'm proud to say that's the real me. That I can risk everything in order to keep everything we have. As long as I'm not stepping on someone. That I'm not hurting them, and I'm not dragging anyone to the mess I might make. I can do anything aside from inflicting pain and sorrow on someone. Because I know how it feels. And it can drives people crazy. Including me.

And again. Then he tells me in a soothing tone, “There’s no need to overthink it, Raina. Right now, I just want the opportunity to get to know you. There’s no need for you to seduce me. We’ll figure this out together, one step at a time. Okay?” I nod my head slowly, “Yeah, okay.” His smile is reassuring. Be myself, that shouldn’t be so hard, right? But who am I? If I’m honest with myself. I don’t know. I’ve always been told what to be. Now, I’m being told to be the one thing I don’t know how to be, myself.

Everything we touch will surely die but it's up to us to make the best memories with the people and the things we have today. We should stretch our hands and help people who have lost purpose in this life because no knows tomorrow. That's why I won't take it do granted. I'm going to live for myself and my family.

"Nothing is good?" "Sometimes. Nothing is at rest. Nothing is recovery. Nothing is preparation for something. If everything is always something, you exhaust yourself. You drain your power. You forget how to just be without needing to do. That forgetting is dangerous. That exhaustion is harmful. That constant doing prevents learning. Prevents growing. Prevents understanding that being is enough. That existing is sufficient. That you do not need to fill every moment with power to matter. To be valuable. To be loved." Whisper taught her about gentleness. About understanding that power could be soft. Could be subtle. Could be small and still be meaningful.

That's the time when papa told me the thing I needed to hear the most during those times. "You will never be like your mama because you were never been bound to be like her. You have your own, my dear daughter. You don't need to build a character you will never become, it will never make you happy. You can be sweet, caring, and affectionate on your own, Zhanaia. Everyone can. It's just that, everyone has their way of showing their care and love. And you, just be yourself. Accept who you are, brace who you are. You need to start everything with acceptance in able to build your real character. And acceptance starts with yourself."

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Question I didn't have answer to. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I'll try. I'll stay grounded. Stay connected to Thorne. Stay present. I'll try. That's all I can do. Try." "That's enough," she said. Smiling. Warm smile. Proud smile. "Trying is always enough. Always everything. Just remember you don't have to be perfect. Don't have to make everyone happy. Don't have to be everything to everyone. Just be you. Be present. Be honest. That's enough."

Hadn't allowed himself to think about it because there had always been something more urgent, more important, more dangerous demanding his attention. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. Eve's hand came up to cup his face. "Then maybe it's time to figure it out. You've spent twelve years being who you needed to be for everyone else. Maybe now you get to choose who you want to be for yourself." "What if I don't know how?" "Then you learn." Her smile was soft. "The same way you learned to be Alpha. The same way you learned to be a good mate. One day at a time, one choice at a time, until it becomes natural."

"We have it. We earned it. We get to keep it. For however long we have. We get to just be. Just love. Just exist. That's gift. That's victory. That's everything." Eva came to visit often. Seven years old now. Powerful. Controlled. Learning. Growing. Becoming. "Grandma, will you teach me something?" she asked one afternoon. "What do you want to learn?" I asked. "How to be both things," Eva said. "How to be powerful and normal. How to be special and regular. How to be everything without losing yourself. You did it. You survived it. Teach me."

“I just want everyone to be happy with me.” I pulled her into my arms, feeling her small body relax against mine. “You don’t have to make everyone happy, sweetheart. You just have to be yourself.” “But what if myself is wrong?” “There’s no wrong way to be Debbie. Loud or quiet, strong or gentle, curious or careful—all of those are good ways to be a person.”