Reflexiones Sobre Vida Novels & Stories

She would use it to reflect on her past, grow, and prepare for the future. In the depths of despair, where shadows danced, and hope seemed elusive, Ritu clung to a flicker of light within her soul. She resolved to weave a narrative that would resonate with the transformative power of redemption, the significance of embracing life's fleeting moments, and the indomitable spirit of humanity.

Life's a good contender of risk and debauchery. A fact that I refused to see but ended up slamming into my face. Happiness could be a mask and risking for something could be a product of disappointment and selfishness that sometimes we jump headfirst into something that we thought we needed but never wanted. I must be delirious personifying ‘life’ in a way that impacts mine. Yes, I must be delirious or these thoughts won't be lurking at the frontal lobe of my brain.

I whisper to myself after a couple of minutes staring at the painting. I shake my head and eat a piece of slice melon. I know life is so hard to deal especially if things didn't go as we planned but then it would be more difficult if we always reflect reality into fantasy. Life doesn't have a happy ending, it's a constant cycle of good and bad, happy and sad, life and death. Sighing, I continue putting spread on the slice of wheat bread when suddenly someone tapped the table making me flinch. My both eyes are both wide open as I met Vicenzo's stare.

“You’re not.” The reflection sighed, as if disappointed. “I was hoping you’d be smarter than that, Anna.” Anna clenched her fists. “Stay away from me.” The reflection’s smile didn’t waver. “I don’t want to hurt you,” it said, voice unnervingly calm. “I want to help you.” Anna frowned. “Help me?” It nodded. “You’re fighting something you don’t understand. The Reflection Game wasn’t a test—it was a doorway. You opened it. And now, there’s no closing it.”

"It reminded me of how short life is. We might grow old enough to actually be like immortals. Heck, some people are able to achieve immortality but there's always an end to everything. In death. It doesn't have to be physical death. Heck, immortals die a thousand times while still living." "Life is short, Lillith," Leon replied. He was enjoying this conversation with Lillith. She was a smart woman. Thoughtful and deep thinking and he loved that for her. "It's so short that we spend most of it trying to just be alive instead of living. I have always known this but I have never taken it so seriously until you talked about it. Life in itself is short and there is literally nothing we can do abo

He saw Zeno waiting for him. "Hello, Memory." "Hello, Zeno. "Memory, have you ever seen a miracle?" "Zeno, every single day. - Memorable, what do you see every day? "Zeno, I see the sun, the sky, the earth, the living things. I think the most beautiful thing that I am and that I can see these miracles. We get used to miracles, and therefore seek them, despite the fact that they surround us and knock every day at the door of the soul.

Sukoon life is not always giving you red roses it will give you some difficulties also. Life is a beautiful journey filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. It can be challenging at times, but that is what makes it worth living. Every experience, whether good or bad, teaches us something invaluable. It helps us grow, learn and become the best version of ourselves. So, never give up on pursuing your dreams and passions, remember that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Stay positive, stay motivated, and never let anyone dull your sparkle. Life is precious, and every moment counts. Live it to the fullest!

Regrets for time wasted, wishes for things done differently—they all come crashing down. You never realize you live a lifetime in a day until you have no lifetimes left. But I'm one of the unlucky ones: I live a hundred lifetimes in a day for everyone like me who died before someone like Efrem or Deonta'e did anything to save anyone. I'm sorry... please, make it stop. Time loses all meaning as I ride out the storm within me. When I finally come back to myself, I'm slumped against the wall, drenched in sweat and trembling.

As if I was barely even hit by anything. I open my eyes gently and squint them at the strong reflection of light that clouds my surroundings, such that I can barely see a thing. I wonder if I am already dead and in paradise. If this is how quick and painless death was, why did I keep running away from it and risking other people's lives because of mine?

The cacophony of traffic and the sight of people moving about their lives seemed to blend into a symphony of existence, serving as a backdrop to his introspection. His brow furrowed with the weight of contemplation, Diego delved deep into the recesses of his mind. Each decision he made carried consequences, both known and unknown. He pondered the potential outcomes, the risks he would have to navigate, and the sacrifices that might be required. The weight of these thoughts seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.