Romans & histoires Life Is A Destination Not A Journey

It is a new life chapter for me, I have spend so much time battling with a lover, who seems to be wise, but he never knew I am a destined child no matter the circumstances I face I never lose hope in them, I always believe in life, life is just a driver that knows the exact location more the person who is in the journey, I have to follow it the ways it drives me.

Because it's a never ending journey. The end.

Everyone of us deserves to be happy. You only live once. You only love one. So don't waste every second that passes in your life. Until the limit has not been reached, do not finish or put a dot first. Even if a sentence has a dot, it can be added and followed. Everything that happens in a person’s life is always unexpected. unanticipated or occasionallyNot sought after, but arriving. It’s fun to think that, in all, we struggle. In everything we face,

“You don’t invite people to France like you’re asking them to grab coffee.” “Why not?” “Because it’s France.” “And?” “And my life is here.” He stepped closer. “Your life is wherever you decide it is.” She laughed softly now, but it carried weight. “That’s a very artist thing to say. Some of us live in the real world.” He tilted his head. “You think I don’t?” “I think you float,” she replied. “City to city. Gallery to gallery. Nothing tying you down long enough to gather dust.” “And you think dust is the goal?”

We were both exhausted. I turned and walked into the airport. Traveling without him would be more enjoyable. I got to see the sunrise over the mountains as I wished, in a small town at the foot of the snowy mountains. I turned off my phone and isolated myself from the world for a week. During that week, I learned a valuable lesson. The most important person to love in life is yourself.

She had brought him a glass of water and a small plate of bread. "You're thinking about tomorrow," she said, sitting in the rocking chair beside him. "I’m thinking about the day after tomorrow," Raven admitted. "And the one after that. The horizon keeps moving." "That’s the secret," she said, her voice like dry leaves. "The horizon isn't a destination. It’s just where the earth meets the sky to show you how far you’ve come. You don't have to reach it. You just have to keep it in view."

Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another! Leon smiled and reached for me. "I'm glad you came to your senses. Let's go home." In the past, when we traveled, he always took my hand to help me into the car. Right in front of them, I walked straight to the vehicle a short distance away, one marked with the crest of the Shadow Wastelands. Leon's and Lucas' faces fell at the same time.

The sound was the most beautiful thing she had ever helped to create. "I’ve spent so many years building for a future that always felt just over the next horizon," she mused, closing her eyes for a moment to just listen to the quiet. "I lived in the next week, the next project, the next crisis. But looking at this moment—at our life, at the work we’ve done, at the peace in this room—I realize the future isn't a destination. It’s not something we are heading toward. It’s something we are embodying. It’s already here."

I understand you are very unsure, and it's perfectly fine to be. I want to start the journey of my life from the very bottom with you. I want to reach the pinnacle of this journey only with you. I want to eventuate a haphazard journey and travel through the length of the roads and flow of the rivers, take a road as it comes by without any pronounced destination. Only with you.

'Life is similar to a bus ride. The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in. At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent. But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of th