Novel & Cerita Joy Of Life

Just love. Just the life we fought for and finally got to keep. Forever.

All I wanted was to go home, but I’m not even sure that’s possible anymore. “Look” Joy, one of the meaner inmates says. “Our bitch princess is back” Whoever her mother is, was wrong about naming her joy. There was nothing joyous about Joy. She didn’t bring joy or happiness to those around her. Instead, she brought nothing but misery.

she said at last "I mean, why not just live the moment? Why not just be happy?" Maureen was nodding in agreement and Joy continued her homily. "If I have, say, four days to live, you know what I'd choose to do?" The question was rhetorical so she continued right away "I'd choose to be happy. I'd cast away unhappy thoughts and bring whoever or whatever that makes me happy, closer" she said then leaned closer to Maureen as though she was about to share a top secret "PS: Even after crying at your funeral, food would be served and hey, people will eat" she went back to her original position and smiled "Big lesson: life goes on".

"Both the one we're born into and the one we choose." "To not dying," Jacob finished helpfully, ever the comedian. "Which honestly deserves its own celebration after everything we've all been through." Everyone laughed and we all clinked our glasses together. I smiled, warmth spreading through my entire body, emotion bubbling just beneath the surface threatening to spill over. This. This exact moment. This was what I had fought so hard for. What I had survived and rebuilt my entire life for. A life where joy didn't feel borrowed or temporary. Where happiness felt solid and real and earned.

She only told her that Noah would come back, which was why Mom had been waiting for him so eagerly. Grandma knew that the medium's secret methods were fake from the very beginning. There was never a child who managed to exchange lives on the east side of the village to begin with. The idea of trading lives had always been nonsense, and she had never believed in it. But when Mom became fixated on getting Noah back, she still told her a white lie to comfort her. Then, I fell off the cliff. When the doctors said that there was no hope, Grandma decided to place her hope on something she never believed in.

As if with a quiet choice I commanded a hurricane to become still, and it did. "Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."

Damian was a good boy, diligent, and always obedient to his parents' orders. There was a girl named Joy. Joy was the daughter of a simple family who lived on the outskirts of the village. Joy was famous for her cheerfulness and spontaneous nature. She was often seen running around the village, playing with other children, or climbing trees while laughing happily. For Joy, life was an adventure, and she always found happiness in the little things around her. One day, Damian saw Joy playing in the village park. Joy was playing jump rope with other children, laughing carefree. Damian watched from a distance, intrigued by Joy's joy and contagious energy.

​ Ev​erything is life or d⁠eath with her. “Nobody unde‌rst‍a‍nds me!” she wail‌s after a‍ fight with a friend. “Tha‍t’s‍ w​hat you said yesterday⁠.” “Beca‌use it’s true!” “You’ll survive.” “Barel‍y!” Joy is ten and shows i​ntere‌st in science. “Can I do a science project?” she asks. “What kind of pro⁠ject?” “I want to build a volcano​.”​