Man's Search For Meaning Novels & Stories

"You are the only one who knows yourself, your feelings, and what you need. Therefore, the opinion of others should only serve as a reference, but not as a guide." - Don Miguel Ruiz - Kimani Trinity Campbell - I was seated in my professor's office, surrounded by the mess of art supplies and completed works. The walls were cluttered with paintings, sculptures, and sketches. The room was cramped and cluttered, but it was clear that my professor loved every inch of it.

He started to find it boring; he found his fear boring, his nightmares boring, and he wanted to do everything to get out of it. He did discuss this with his therapist in detail, and nothing came out of it. He came to an understanding that it was an answer he had to seek for himself. Finding goals within the emptiness of life. He felt like a college kid looking for a gap year to find the meaning of life again. Martin couldn’t believe this was his life. Such a clique. Such a boring clique.

There was another breeze. He watched the dust swirl about him as the heat rose up in invisible waves, but still, he could not feel it, just the intensity of his loneliness when he was a child. His mouth was dry and he wished for water. This was absolute madness he thought, as he stared ahead into the abyss of desert. He felt his feet faltering. He looked down and saw the book. He recalled last time it changed into a weapon.

The Scroll read: We have learned that the females of the race we created take on a change whenever their human counterpart is with child. However, the males show no change throughout their lives. With both the males and females it was shown that when the human got sick or was nearing death the other could sense this and they used the last of their energy source to fuel the Main Energy. It was shown that this connection held true in those who could communicate with the others and those who could not.

Maybe not all secular ideas are so bad after all. She scrolls super fast through a bunch of them. "No. No. No. Too small, too big, too gold," she utters to herself as the screen swims in his vision and forces him to glance away. There are so many. How can one person find something so small in the masses of that search? Maybe, it's not something that she can find. What if this necklace isn't of this world? His eyes gravitate to it once again. The necklace between her curves glimmers, agreeing with him. It only makes his decision official. His new self-imposed mission: find out the origin of the mysterious necklace.

[Yes? "Why does the girl always look at the positive side? I mean, she is always happy even if her life is a big trouble," I asked him. [You know what, Sarah? A good life does not mean having a complete family, several friends, or having countless good memories.] [If you do not know how to look at the things clearly, you won't have a good life.] "What was that mean, Father?" [You must learn how to look at the positive things, despite of having several negative issues in life. Try to find the light in a world full of darkness, then you will find the real happiness.]

I hear a few chuckles as my cheeks flush. "Yes ma'am," I mumble, turning my attention back to her. She's lecturing on the novel we've just started earlier this week. I've already read this novel, 'Of Mice and Men' so I zoned out on her lecturing. Drake smirks at me before turning his head forward.

“Human beings are so mediocre! Ironically, the best way to show this is when you think you have it all... Not even the richest stop being poor at some point or in some respect!” reveals the big Caucasian man, already overweight, to one of the waiters. Who in turn pays due attention as the redhead continues, “What's the point of feeling cold, pain and... hunger under gold? Human beings don't need much and more and more... They only need what is necessary... to be happy... A little is worth more... because it gives time for what really matters... Never forget from that!" he concludes, grabbing a glass of juice and going to sit at his captive table.

he added. I put the book I was holding back on the shelf and faced him. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I'm just chill with my life," he answered with a shrug, "Which is, my parents should really support me because they are responsible for me. I didn't want to be born, I don't want to have responsibilities, so if I don't want to work, they should just support me financially even if I'm already a hundred years old." My stomach felt sick because of what I heard. I couldn't stop myself from making a face at what he was saying.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.