Reflexiones Sobre Vida Novels & Stories

he asks quietly. I think about it — the honest version, not the reassuring version. The honest version is yes, there's still a reflex, still the part of me that braces for impact out of habit. But under that, something else. Something that has been growing for a while and is big enough now to be named. "I keep waiting," I say. "But I don't think that's what this is. I think this is just — the life." He looks at me. "Yeah," he says. "I think so too."

Silver light spread across the ocean. Slowly at first. Then everywhere. The black water that had defined the dreams for so long shimmered with reflections once more. Not reflections of endings. Reflections of lives. Across the awakened network, billions watched as memories surfaced through the water. Not grand historical events. Small moments. The things that actually made existence matter. A child laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. A couple watching a sunset in silence. Friends staying awake all night talking about nothing important.

Each reflection was me—different versions, fractured, flickering like static. My reflection in one mirror smiled. Another looked terrified. A third was bleeding. “Which one are you?” she asked. Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Which version deserves to exist?” “I’m not a version,” I whispered. “I’m me.” The reflections laughed in unison, the sound hollow and haunting. “Then prove it.” Every mirror cracked at once, shattering into shards that hovered in the air around me. Each piece glowed faintly, showing moments of my life—Liam’s touch, Grandma Helen’s smile, the night I left, the moment I decided to live for myself.

"Walking not running, because life is a journey, not an escape." *** Reya pondered in his room thinking about the statement of a small child she had known for 4 days. In the contents of his head now there are many questions about something that made her curious until now. She wanted to question everything to the little girl who was now lying on the bed beside her.

The vows on the back that had said this is where you're going. He thought about the fourth year. He thought about the garden and the dog and the coffee and the risotto and the Sundays and the Tuesdays and all the ordinary moments that made up a life. He thought about the distance between the person who had stood in the penthouse kitchen and the person sitting in this chair. He thought about the fact that the distance was not a straight line—that it had curved and circled and doubled back on itself, that it had included moments of despair and moments of joy and moments of simple, ordinary being.

"As for us and the human mind, I have a different thought. I think that even if I don't have a difficult life, people like us would be doe to live situations like this. Some are simply born to receive punishments and others are born to shine. I always thought that way when I was younger, and this was only confirmed when I noticed that the real world was worse than I thought. I wasn't influenced to be in the wrong place and at the wrong time, it was a choice. And it wasn't totally out of hunger or fear. I just thought nothing would happen. My courage was my greatest act of stupidity. It had nothing to do with my parents.” Ramirez nodded, remaining silent the next moment. He looked at a corner

he started. "And what's with that?" "Well, I just want to say that you won." "Uh? Do we have some battle or what? You're just the one who wants to compete; you know love isn't a competition, not even a war nor a battle." "But that's life." Doctor Jimenez grinned. "Life is paradox; it is a mirror of confusion. Loved and be loved."

“Do you believe in this information? Since you have gained? I’m not really sure whether this thing I mean just kind of thing is possible to happen. i knew how the world is circulating even though i can say that my perspective is but a mere glimpse about what life really is…” Looking at that small piece of paper, he couldn’t really tell that those kind of thing would happen in real life. It is so big for someone to think that kind of thing is possible. It wasn’t really sure about what he should think at this moment, for he knew how life circulates. It isn’t as good as what people think it is. But even if it is not that good, he can’t really tell whether the world that they are living is as di

It has been a bit tough. I just want you to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all, mortal and immortal, so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great. I have dropped lots of my thoughts below as I have had a lot of time to ponder life these last few days. Of course, it's the middle of the night when these random things pop in my head most!

Myra got lost in deep thought and replied after a long time, “I can’t remember. I always wake up in the morning and meet my friends online, for gossip and spend the rest of the day doing my work. I guess the only different thing I have done in life is coming on this expedition.” “ This is the feeling you get when you do something new or different. We have become so engrossed in our Digi-bubbles that we never step out of our houses. We do everything in a perfect routine. In the quest of attaining immortality, we have become robots ourselves.” Mr. Roy reflected. “Hmm….true…..” “True!” Wrick piped in, pursing his lips. “Life is not about the destination we wish to reach, it’s the journey that c