Novel & Cerita Life Is Not Daijoubu

“We will be happy from now on. We already crossed our biggest obstacle. Jax and Szane will be facing multiple cases. They will be very busy from now on and will not have time to bother us anymore. And your parents agreed with us.” “I don’t think so. We might have crossed this one but I know there’s a lot of obstacles in the future. But who cares? Life will never be exciting without obstacles.” “Whoa! And now you have a different view in life, huh? What do you know about life, anyway?” “Life is… you.” I grinned “You are my life, my air to breathe.” Argh! I felt so gay but this is my reality. This is what I felt right now. I don’t know what I am going to do with my life if it doesn’t include V

Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game.

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole.

“Make up your mind fast and let me know tomorrow.” “But isn't Mrs. Dalya on maternity leave? Isn't she coming back?” I had enquired. “Preetah, in life, always remember that life is always going on.” He cleaned something invisible off the sleeve of his t-shirt and then fixed his glasses. “While you're resting, people are living, building, making deals, achieving. You either join them or sit in the sidelines and watch life go on. What you can't do, is complain that people achieved what they achieved because you were too busy watching from the sidelines.”

“No, so tell me. Give me a reason to want this life.” “You know the thrill you have been getting with Damon?” He looks at her as she nods. “Image that, but it is gone. One of the reasons is because you know it won’t kill you. Another is because you have done it, over and over. Then there is watching everyone in the world living, having partners, kids, growing old, and you’re just stuck here.” The room falls quiet, Anais looking at him. She can understand, and it makes her feel selfish right now for complaining when she has a life, one she can do everything with.

If only they could survive all, have those who died brought back… But that’s impossible, that he knew. “What is life?” He once asked Farrah that when they weren’t together yet. Farrah looked at him, and smiled full of sentimentality. “What is life? Honestly, I have no idea. But my mom always told me that Life is the hope of escaping the agony of death. Life bears the hope for the future, that’s why one must live to the fullest and bear the hope that the future needs.” Life is the hope of escaping the agony of death. Dior can’t understand it either, but because of those words coming from Farrah, Dior began adapting those thoughts too. Because of those words, he began to cherish his life.

He knew someday it would all make sense. ***** Little Theatre ***** Fluff and dog food after murdering together, what a great couple. My therapist: You're mentally unstable. Me: Aren't we all? Yoshiki & kenchiki: Author get lost, you're polluting the air. Me: Runs away crying heartbreakingly. Daisuke: children with such ungrateful things, glad I'm never having any. Unknown: Hubby!!, daddy!! Daisuke: Noooo!! Kenchiki kicks away annoying light bulbs.

Lazarus pov My life is a mess. No, let me rephrase that. Our life is a mess. Everything my brothers and I knew turned into endless chaos, and there isn't anything we could do about it. Actually, there are possibilities, but for those, we need to forget our differences and stop acting like one massive asshole.

I remembered how, back when I sewed clothes for them, they would always wear looks of disdain. Lucas once said, "You can only use your hands to sew these soft, useless things. Meanwhile, Ms. Mila can use her hands to tear enemies apart! I don't need a useless mother like you!" He then stomped on the cloak I'd spent all night sewing. After that, I never sewed another thing for them. Lucas bounced back to Leon, his face lit up as he spoke excitedly about something. Leon looked in my direction and gave a knowing smile.

“I keep wondering when we will get our lives back.” Jasmine squeezed my hand. “You will.” “I hope so.” “No.” She smiled gently. “You will.” “I don’t even know what normal looks like anymore.” She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at me with an expression full of quiet understanding. “I don’t think life gives us our old normal back.” “What then?” “It gives us a different one.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I’m ready for different.” “You won’t have a choice.”