Life Is Still Going On Novels & Stories

Unextinguished. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

They were still out there. waiting....

Still singing. Still remembering. Still blooming. Always.

She wants us to be a part of their lives and I am thankful for that. Returning to normal after this will be a struggle but we really have no choice in the matter. Life marches on to the beat of time ticking away. We have to just close the book on this chapter of our lives and start writing the next. As long as I have Owen by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything, the sky is the limit.

The world kept turning. And we kept living. .

Not yet. We were still here. Still breathing. Still hoping.

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.

Their life has just begun. --

I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work. My diagnosis was not very encouraging, the doctors stated that it was statistically impossible for me to survive but here I am, living, or rather, surviving. Every morning when I wake up it could be my last day and the daily thought of that as soon as my eyes open is totally depressing. The only thing that keeps me sane and brings me back to reality is my deep and infinite passion for art

Not broken, not yet, but bleeding. To be continued…