Reflexiones Sobre Vida Novels & Stories

Nivea's POV: Looking into his eyes all I could see was adoration and love. I sighed thinking about it. In a few days we will be mated and there will be nothing that can come between us. We walked downstairs and turned on a TV show, The Walking Dead. We were on Season 2 Episode 5 when Keenan got a mindlink and his face immediately changed from content to upset. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "It's my dad. He's requesting us in his office with him and my mother as soon as possible. I think something is wrong. " He stated with a grim tone.

Each word he spoke was a brushstroke on the canvas of my understanding, painting a picture of his journey of self-discovery. His voice, a melodic cadence, carried the weight of profound realizations, "Life isn't a mere passage of time, a mechanical rhythm of inhales and exhales. It's a symphony of emotions, a journey of embracing desires and aspirations that are etched into the very fibers of our hearts."

"As a matter of fact, it's a state of life and death." ~~~~~~~~~ So tell me, what do you think of this chapter? Well, express your thoughts cos there's still more coming.

" I'm Gisella Antonio and this is the story of my life. Although life wasn't so easy on me but I stood and fought an endlessly battle which I almost lost but finally won at the end. I once looked down on myself. Feeling so useless, aimless and unwanted. I felt like a curse rather than a blessing. I made the words, thoughts and feelings others had about me become "MY REFLECTION" which wasn't right. Till the day I realized what I lost feeling inferior. Today, I wrote this to encourage you not to allow what people think or say about you be your " REFLECTION" but be the " REFLECTION" of your own self. You can be whoever you wish to be when you stop listening to what people say about you and deci

“…no—it’s not!” Silence crashes down again. Because this— this is the final wall. The thing it doesn’t get. The thing it can’t calculate. “…you think this is balance?” I say, voice shaking. “…choosing one life over another?” “…yes.” “…then you’ve learned nothing.” The words echo. Stronger than I expect. Because I mean them. Every single one. “…balance isn’t about loss,” I continue. “…it’s about connection.”

"If you have an excuse, I'll hear it now." He glares on me so hard I could hear the sound of his gaze. I was overwhelmed. He's actually pretty damn scary! "Um-uh, well, I did reflect on my life, you know? College students these days are very complicated, right?! It's basically all true!" I fumble with my words. "Usually for this kind of thing, you reflect on your OWN life." "And if you'd said that beforehand, that would've been what I have written! It's your fault for being vague when assigning the topic.."

While stretching, she went downstairs. ....... ....... Life is not a spectator sport. If you're going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you're wasting your life The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation." .... ..... ..... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

I know I look like I am a meathead right now for having this kind of connection to the woman in my dreams. "Are you saying you feel like you're in one of those people that you see?" Katherine asked me. "Yes, and it's weird that I feel connected to them, it's like I have lived their lives," I chuckled. "It would be weird to jump bodies to another." "Yeah, but who knows they got reasons to" And that we both agree. *****

Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.

Cafes filled with quiet conversations and fogged windows. One snowy afternoon, Lena stood at the window again, watching flakes drift lazily downward. “Do you think people realize how much of their lives they spend waiting?” she asked. “For what?” “For the next phase,” she said. “The next achievement. The next disaster. The next big thing. As if everything in between is just rehearsal.” Eli joined her. “Maybe we need rehearsal to learn how to live.” “Or maybe we need to stop rehearsing and start performing,” she replied.