Man's Search For Meaning Novels & Stories

I made my morning sells and I was constantly checking my pockets in case that lady's money swallows mine Life's meaning always shifts as a man seeks a refocus. When one idea is not working shift your thinking to a different one. My daily routine now in order to cancel stress was to just read books on business and Christian literature. I searched for wisdom like a hungry man. I told myself that what if Solomon's wisdom came as a result of studying. I really did carry out much study. Paul says to Timothy 2 Timothy 2:15 Study to show thyself. a workman not to be ashamed.

The figures came closer. Shadows becoming shapes. Shapes becoming faces. I searched them. Desperately. Frantically. One by one— Not him. Not him. Not— My chest tightened painfully. Where is he? The last figure stepped forward from the group. For a split second— The world went completely silent. And I couldn’t feel anything. Not the bond. Not my heartbeat. Not even the ground beneath me. Just— Nothing. And I didn’t know if that meant he was standing there…

Cassian continued, "The Tome of the Seven Essentials explains the trinity of the self, which refers to the three components that make up a person's soul. It also mentions the seven echoes of the soul, each reflecting a primal force within a person's body. "A person can only function normally if the trinity of the self and the seven echoes of the soul are all intact. If a person loses any one of the three or seven, they would enter a state of instability. At best, they might fall ill or lose part of their sanity. At worst, their life might be in danger, and they could die." Seeing how serious Cassian was, Vera began to question her own beliefs. Could it be true that people did have the so-cal

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath. Outwardly, he was all pleasant smiles and cultured decency. But inwardly, he was a kingdom of chaos, a man who found joy in the symphony of another's breaking point. The man who could tenderly kiss a woman and extract a man's teeth with the same detached satisfaction one might feel pruning a rose bush. Regan slid into the driver's seat, letting the engine roar to life with a turn of the key. As he pulled away from the warehouse, he glanced in the rearview mirror.

Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

severe depression" had been nothing but a lie. From the phone came Jacob's childish voice. "Mom, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I want to go back to school. None of my friends talk to me now." Then Susan's voice followed. "Jacob, we have nothing left. We have to hold on to Mr. Jefferson. If he stops caring about us, we'll really have nowhere to go." "But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…"

All the things I have done in life were things that only strayed me further away from God, and this must be the punishment he has given to me. I close my eyes. Trying to reflect back when my life was nothing but pleasure. And now I wake up to this. Strange how things just shift into different emotions. One day you're happy, the next day you're ungrateful. I slowly open my eyes, consuming all the courage I have in my body. If I'm going to die, I'm gonna have to die fighting. “You are given a one minute head start. After that, these guys will chase you. And then after two minutes and you're still alive and in one piece, we'll release the surprise,” the man states as the hunters prepare their r

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.