Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

He growled without turning to look at me. “What I mean” I put a hand on his shoulder as he tried to pull away. “Is that I have a purpose now, Peter. Before, I just existed. Now I feel like I've come back to life.” I took a deep breath before exhaling sharply. “I thought I lived when I was a firefighter. I thought I had it all and that saving lives was my purpose in life. But it took me losing a leg to I realized I hadn't found what I really needed.” “Vivienne and Taylor?”

In these cherished moments, surrounded by the love of my wife and children, I felt the overwhelming weight of purpose and fulfillment, knowing that I was not alone in my journey. Life had a way of reminding me that even in the face of loss and adversity, there was resilience, hope, and love. Through the love of my family, the memories of my father, and the unwavering support of Ava, I discovered that my purpose extended far beyond the confines of my own existence. Each day became an opportunity to make a difference, to extend a helping hand, and to leave a lasting legacy of compassion and kindness.

"Really? You're you're sure?" "I'm sure. I'm exhausted. Burned out. Running on fumes and stubbornness. That's not sustainable. That's self-destruction with purpose. I want to live. Really live. Not just survive with responsibilities. Live. With you. With purpose beyond duty. Beyond role. Beyond everything except love and life and being happy. I want to be happy. Is that allowed? Am I allowed to want that?"

As I said, just go with it and get through this night. ****** The car moved at a slow pace courtesy of the driver. The GPS announced that we would be there in less than five minutes. Since I was a dummy in these things, Idecided to ask follow up questions plus Dylan has been quiet all through. "What's the party about?" I bit down on my lips. "It's a fundraiser for the less privileged." He responded with no ulterior reactions. No smirk, no grin. Did something change? "Right, my rules." I recalled slightly irritated by my rules.

And maybe— real healing begins when the soul finally realizes: the purpose of surviving was never to remain trapped inside suffering forever. The purpose was always to eventually become free enough to live again.

"Where is the promised freedom to broadcast? The promised righteousness of the world? The promise of freedom to broadcast and bringing relationships closer is pure f*cking bullsh*t!" "SwitchTV, you are just like those bugs who bully the weak and are afraid of the strong - no backbone!" Michelle was furious. Even though there was wonderful content in front of her, she could not stream it live. She looked at her live room and noticed countless fans asking questions. "Michelle, what's going on? What about the promised overnight live broadcast? How did it go offline?" "I still want to see the thighs of Homan Technology’s boss. Why can’t I see them now?"

"She deserves it, now I miss her so much, it's even barely two days" Leon rubbed her shoulder and she continued after a sniff. "This week is a very long and sad one isn't it? Mum passed on yesterday, Lost a job today, expecting an arrogant brother tomorrow and meeting my so called dad next after a very long time" she sighed.. "If I only had the power to control my own life, I would have done so a long time ago, I would have programmed it to go the way I want" "The weather is getting cold, would you like something warm to drink?" Leon asked and Mareili nodded with a sad smile..

James didn't come home for two weeks after that and was completely cold at work. But his usually inactive Instagram suddenly came alive. He seemed to be living with Sophie now. No need for FaceTime during her evening streams anymore - he'd sit right next to her on camera, making sure to post stream highlights so all their friends would see. Countless couple photos. Matching rings, phone cases, date spots. Sophie's followers called them couple goals. In the past, I would have stayed up all night scrolling through James's posts. But now I couldn't care less.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

Why's life like that? Oh, I didn't realize that my tears are dripping from my cheeks to my jawline. Why am I crying? Am I gay? I chuckled with a low volume and a weak tone. I took a deep breath. I am trying to be okay, but as I am trying, I am just getting worse. It's the opposite, huh? I sighed. What's my purpose again? Or do I have one? Now that our group is incomplete, our main mission will never succeed. Then, what's my purpose now? Do I have to live? Or will I continue living?