Novel & Cerita Life Journey

For the record. That the age coincidence — forty-five years of second life, forty-five years of first life — is the moment I have been building toward without knowing it. The second life has now been exactly as long as the first. From here, every year is new territory. Not unlived territory — the first life gave me no model for these years because the first life did not reach them. Every year from sixty-six is a year the first life did not produce. The second life, fully free of the first life's shadow.

Oh look at that, you've come again. It's so sweet of you. I feel like we are already best friends, I can feel us bonding. You come every week to read my dumb confessions and that's pretty amazing of you. So in the spirit of friendship, I will answer any question you have. And I really hope you stick with me through out my journey. “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but

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?”

Lily creased her brows as she looked at Murphy, not understanding what she meant. "So tell me, does dandelion always stay the same? Does it stay young forever?" Murphy was more understanding than anyone Amelia knew. Murphy was mature and has seen the world in more depth. Lily was confused. "Dandelion looks beautiful once it blooms, but as it starts getting old, it starts shining even from afar. But everyone has to leave once it becomes old. Once the dandelion becomes mature, the breeze takes it flying to the seven ocean where it starts its new life and journey. From seed to a mature plant and then helping its children to travel. It's long and the same process everyone has to go through. You

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Real-life is not like a fairytale story; real life is full of thorns, pains, suffering, and struggle, and my life was no fairytale either; it was a brutal and bitter reality that crushed me under the weight of my so-called family's mistakes. I laugh and cry when I remember my family and the life they gave me, which was full of thorns and pins. I was the consequence of their love or their error, which I still don't understand, or maybe I committed a great sin in a previous life that caused me to experience so much misery in this life, or maybe my misfortunes and sufferings were the results of bad karma that I had to expend in this life. When I consider all of my trials, I believe I intended t

4 weeks later Noelle's Pov Life. It was one word. Four simple letters. L. I. F. E And yet. It was the most complicated thing in the world. You would say it was simple. Be a baby turn a toddler, become a child, become a teen, become a young adult, become a mid adult, get half way there, get three forth way there and then get there.

Nisha's pov 🗯Life is a journey and the road we travel has twists and turns which sometimes leads us to the unexpected places and unexpected people. But in turn it always lead us to our destination🗯 How true the lines are.... Life is very unexpected isn't it. We will dream about something but it will happen the opposite. Once I hated my life down to the core because the situation was like that and now everything changed completely and I am loving this phase.

As for me, I became one of the top event planners in the world, curating unforgettable nights for elites—while living my own dream at home. I was finally where I was meant to be. My life had fallen into place. I no longer believed I was cursed, no longer believed I was bad luck. Instead, I understood that Every broken path, every storm, every hurdle I had to go through lead me here, to this; To Richard. To Lily. To our boys. My little paradise on earth.