Novel & Cerita The Life Intended

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

Ian talked to her belly. Then Ria captured his lips possessively when he straightened up. "I love you.” She muttered. "I love you too.” "Forever?” "Yes. Forever." He repeated. ************************************** Life is a mixture of sorrow and happiness. We can't plan life but all we can do is to be available for it. Life must be lived as a play. The purpose of life is a life of purpose, and life is worth living we can say it is what we make it. And life is never easy for those who dream.

Eventually, a ray of cold light shone and entered Lucretia’s body. Alex asked, “What was that?” Empress Ghast said, “Nether token! It’s also known as the life token! Hmph! Even if the information is erased from Nature’s Book, she won’t last long in the mortal realm without this nether token, which is equivalent to an unborn Life Wheel. She will return to the nether realm and experience reincarnation soon, but with the nether token, she will have a legitimate identity and won’t be rejected by fate.”

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

She writes: The second life begins when you understand, completely and without remainder, what the first life was building toward — and find that you still have time to build it. She reads it back. It is not quite complete. The second life is not universal — not everyone has a first life in the literal sense she means. She adds: The first life is not necessarily a previous existence. It is the accumulated experience of what you were before you understood what you were building toward. Everyone has a first life in this sense. Everyone has the moment — if they are lucky and attentive — when the understanding arrives and the second life begins.

“If I stay longer, it changes the plan.” “There is no fixed plan,” he said gently. “There’s a direction.” “And the direction matters to you.” “Yes,” he said. “So do the details.” Silence stretched not empty, just careful. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re waiting,” I said quietly. “I’m not waiting,” he replied. “I’m living with intention.” That made my throat tighten. “And I don’t want to feel like I’m choosing ambition over us.” He didn’t answer immediately.

A life. That was the summary. The truest and most complete accounting. They had made, between them, something that was nothing like either of their original plans and better than both. Alexander's original plan had been efficiency, control, the sealed apartment and the calibrated professional life. Elijah's original plan had been survival, endurance, the carrying of a debt that had always been too heavy. They had made, instead: a life. --- "Happy anniversary," Elijah said, on the morning of the fourteenth.

Not just survival, but the chance to actually live. And I wasn't going to waste it. Starting now, I would build a life worth living. Not just worth protecting. A life of creation and love and joy. A life where my daughter could flourish without fear. A life where my marriage could deepen beyond tactical partnership. A life where my company could inspire instead of just succeed. That was the real victory. And it started today. I gathered my sketches and went downstairs. Marcus was making breakfast. Emma was setting the table. Normal. Mundane. Beautiful.

“I don’t want to hear any more regarding this, Sebastian. I need to go, we have finals, remember.” I know he cares for me, but sometimes, I can't help but feel that he favors my dad more than me, his own girlfriend. That's one of the reasons that I'm keeping my living arrangements from him. If he knows, then it already a matter of time before my dad knew and I still don't want to talk to him. “So, when will I be invited to your new flat? It's been months since you moved out.” “Uhm, never? I would like to have my own space, Char.”

A life is implied to be lived, not set upon a shelf.”~Shamus Callahan LIFE TOOK ON A Unused PACE, a sort of quick force that never very disappeared. Winters spread out into springs, taken after by sweltering summers, and everybody appeared to be on the right way, heading toward distinctive goals.