Life Is Journey Novels & Stories

"This isn't my life." Tryna gazed down at him, her eyes almost sad. "Life is what we make on our journey through this existence. This may not be the journey you wanted, but it is the journey you must take." Rhychard said nothing. He just sat there in a morass of self-pity, mourning the life fate stole from him.

"You are nothing but a weakling. All women are!!!!" Elena snapped her eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Everywhere was so dark because it was night time and not day time. She sat upright, snatched the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, lit it up, getting out of bed and walking out of the bedroom. She took a long drag, coming out of the house into the cold dark night. People say life is a journey, it's more like a long narrow road with no destination or ending. You either get lost or found while going through the road, if you get lost that option brings death but if you get found that option means you have reached your destination or the end of your journey and it brings life

Life is an unending journey—a journey where you should keep going despite the challenges you are facing. In this journey, there is no room for giving up. Yes, you may stop but it requires you not to give up. Sure, life is not a contest where some wins and some losses but it is a battle where in you should win every struggles.

Jess has never raised her voice at me, not even once. "I feel like I am dead anyway. What is the point of living?" I say out loud and Jess gasp. "Don't say such, you hear me? Life is a journey with a lot of potholes on the road, but you must be strong enough to get yourself and the car to the other side rather than feeling sorry for yourself. It won't get you anyway, and you know it. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You never give up no matter what. Every problem has a solution, remember?" she turns my words against me. I don't know what to do or feel right now.

His journey was a symphony of dedication, sacrifice, and unyielding determination – a tale that would resonate for generations to come. In the grand tapestry of life, Kay's narrative served as a vibrant thread, interwoven with threads of ambition, compassion, and an unwavering commitment to greatness. His journey, far from reaching its final chapter, was a beacon of hope, a testament to the heights that could be reached when one dared to dream without restraint. And as the world looked on, Kay stood as a living testament to the extraordinary potential that lay within each of us, waiting to be ignited by the spark of purpose.

I will rage against the dying light. They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

Reality was a cruel mistress. “I might. However, I wouldn’t know how it feels. The boy had to suffer in order to find his ending. That’s just how life works. It doesn't matter if you lived for ten years or a thousand years, it’s the same. You can’t undo the past or know what the future has. You can only walk in the present. Experience is a useful factor but it isn’t absolute. That’s why wise men have said that life was a journey and not a means to an end.” “Isn’t it lonely? Weren’t there times you felt that death would have been easier? Wouldn’t the story be less depressing if the boy managed to die with his mother or saved her with his dying breath?”

'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

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

She mulled over her answer for a few seconds before saying, "I wasn't sure what I wanted to do yet at the time, and I wasn't really interested in moving abroad because of my family. That's why I declined your invitation. "But I've made up my mind now. Since I'm still unsure about my future, I might as well try out the opportunities that are offered to me. Perhaps I'll discover new goals as I walk along this path." Sybil had experienced the same things that Gabriella was currently going through. She knew that it was confusing for a young adult to navigate society for the first time, so she could empathize with Gabriella. "Life is meant to be taken one step at a time," she explained. "Just loo