Poems About Living Life To The Full Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You seem to be in a really good mood. Pizza and Ice cream gets you like that?" "Sometimes, you don't have to give a fuck about anybody. Why? Because life is too short to care about all of that and you don't know when you might drop dead and die! So live your life to the fucking fullest! Kiss whoever you want to kiss. Hug whoever you want to hug. Have sex with whomever, but don't force them into it, that's rape, and don't contract a fucking infection from them. Read whatever book you want. Watch any movie you feel like watching. Go out with your friends and have fun. Enjoy yourself. If you live till the next day, you can regret the things you've done, but never the things you didn't do even

‘What you have to decide... is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So don’t be afraid. Be alive. Don’t exist. Live! Don’t hide. Get out and explore! Challenge yourself! Thrive! Evolve! One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.’

For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy. Their wolves howled through the night, descending with them into the depths of darkness.

‎ ‎In the laughter of children. ‎ ‎In the quiet of elders. ‎ ‎In the turning of seasons. ‎ ‎In the ordinary miracle of a life lived with open hands. ‎ ‎And it was enough. ‎ ‎For always.

With fifty thousand dollars my grandmother left me because she believed I deserved a life worth living. And I'm going to prove her right. I open the watercolor instruction book to page one: "Beginning with Water and Color." I wet my brush. Dip it in blue. Touch it to paper. The color blooms, spreads, bleeds into something I didn't plan. It's messy and imperfect and not what I intended. It's beautiful. I paint for two hours. Create nothing recognizable. Waste paper and paint and time. And I've never felt more alive. Because this—this impractical, purposeless, joyful thing—this is what living looks like.

Try to find the light in a world full of darkness, then you will find the real happiness. Those deep words opened my heart and mind. My father is not used in saying things like this. But this one is so accurate. Happiness will be find if you know how to look clearly at different things. Happiness will be yours if you know how to cherish the things that you have today.

She would never go back to that, but they were grown now and she had the right to go out for a picnic and enjoy herself! “What is your problem, Sean! I didn’t intentionally upset any of you. I just got back from a life-altering event! Jack understands what I’ve been through. Have you ever been on the brink of death like that. On the side of a mountain, clinging to life? This can’t be equated to drug addiction!” Though she herself had thought them similar when she was trying to survive.

Simply by being there, you make everything perfect. We didn't accomplish anything noteworthy on our last day. simply existed. Together. savoring each final second. I was depressed as I packed to go that evening. I said, "I don't want to live in real life ever again." Life is not so horrible. We have good lives waiting for us." "I know. But this was—" "A bubble. A perfect bubble." He pulled me close. "But we can't live in a bubble. We have to go home. Build our lives. Work. Create. Live."

I am disputed as if I have never won. Reason dwells in everything, but there is no way you can lift yourself above the limits. Humans, they say, are going to die for a cause worth living for. What a miracle life is. No one here hears nor believes in me. I am astonished I am gifted with life. They need more than labelled enough to live. I can live without love, but I cannot live without living. My God created a life that's enormous despite everything that dares to exist with it. Here is what I wrote in poetry of my search for cure for every disease and ultimate death!

I cannot bear life without dreams, since my childhood I have not experienced living without dreams, to wait for something, to be deprived of something, To close your eyes at night hoping for something, to receive a promise of something. the life is hope, who lost the hope is losing life. Life is full of beauty, notice it, notice the bumblebee, the little baby and the smiling faces, feel the smell of rain and feel the wind, live your life to your fullest potential and persevere in your dreams. The beauty of life is to live it with what you have, and adapt yourself with what you have in order to love your life and live it happily. Life is a garden of joys, satisfactions, and opportunities for