Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Mine was already on me. " Entonces, ¿preferirás matar y herir a las personas hasta que mueras o probablemente termines en prisión?(So you'll prefer killing and hurting people till you die or probably end up in prison?)" " Ahí es donde mi destino probablemente me llevará (That's where my destiny is probably going to lead me to)" This is why I said his head is empty.

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

While I wait, I wander to Chunk’s room. I’m not all that close to the guy, but he’s a solid brother I’d trust with my life. He deserved better than to get shot in the chaos of people trying to escape. The anger of Viuda Negra losing both their Alpha and his heir. The future of both our packs is completely in the air right now and I don’t know what to do about that. *You don’t know that anyone is dead right now,* Mick states. I rub my face knowing that’s true. Rumor is that you feel the bond with your Alpha sever if they die. I haven’t felt anything. Has anyone else?

- He whispers weakly but then falls silent with his eyes open. My body was frozen. My lung stopped inflating, my heart gave one last hard beat and all my blood stopped flowing. It was probably white. "The sunflower still lives as long as there is the sun" I was still alive... "Killing was the first thing you did when you came to life, and it will be the only and last thing you do in life." ...with no trouble getting up... "You came for deaths and therefore you will live for her." ...and strength and motivation like never before in my life.

“ Yes, and you know what? I'm actually prepared to die, because life definitely isn't worth living anymore.” *Wait,what?*

" You will die!" What!

That word doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. If I want to make it through this life, that’s not how I’ll do it. Instead of begging for their kindness, I refuse and fight back to survive on my own terms, even if it kills me. Actually, death might be the only real way to be free. When you’re dead, there’s no more pain, no more fear, no more worry weighing on you every single day. When you die, it’s over, no more suffering. The moment I push open the door to our dorm, I’m greeted by my roommate, who looks like he’s been used as a human punching bag.

She was crying bitterly at her fate, at her messed up life with only one thing repeating in her head. ‘I don’t want to live. Please make me die’.

Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life. There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought. For me, what is living? I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I still couldn't understand what it's saying or what it's telling me. Because, how can you understand if your life has no purpose or direction. I wanted to experience being alive. Living with having a goal leading you to an imaginary final destination. Creating or drawing a picture in your mind of yourself achieving your dreams. Being to know the right path for you; that you won't even work half as h