Novel & Cerita The Sad Truth About Life

Dishey went on to explain " life is like a piano; There are white buttons, which are happiness, and there are black buttons, which are sadness, but make sure that you will play with both in order to give life a tune. The world is three days: Yesterday we lived it and it will not return, today we live it and it will not last, tomorrow we do not know where we will be, so shake hands and forgive and leave creation to the Creator, you and I and they and we are leaving. From the bottom of your heart, forgive those who offended you. A life led by your mind is much better than a life led by people's words. Despite the difficulty of life, it has a special flavor.

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

I couldn’t hold on to my screams and let it out all at once and screamed my heart out. Finally, everything was revealed and no truth was left to be revealed to her. Blasting the truth bomb at her life that had given me a chance to relieve myself from the great pressure of living with that truth however, also knowing the truth that the baby we all had dreams about was never alive from day 1. having all those cute little dreams shatter so mercilessly was more than something anyone could handle. So, I let it all run down me rather than killing myself with it.

behind it there is the actual thing which is eternal sadness. When you get to know that the thing which is true for you is actually a big fat lie. That's what happened to me today. I got to know the truth behind every lie. I got to know that my life is nothing but a saga of never ending & eternal sadness. I got to know that I was alone in this world where there is no place for a naive me in between heartless deceivers. And thank you for reminding me that fairy tales don't exist in real life nor does true love. That I was right love gives only pain. It is only known to kill and destroy.

He asked. "About everything. About life. How it all started and how it's going to end. How people are living their lives, and if they're happy or not. It's funny how everyone has a story. Some sad, some tragic and some beautiful. Some people are destined to have the perfect life and others are doomed from the beginning." "Is that how you see your life? A tragic one?" "Not necessarily. I've always known that life isn't going to be easy. We're all here for a reason, and we're just here to figure it out. To find our happiness."

I'm afraid I'll forget everything in a few days anyway," I replied. Actually, it's nothing much. It was just two years ago, in the first month after Xavier lost his sight, that I was diagnosed with a rare illness. The global incidence rate is less than five percent. Once you contract this illness, you gradually forget everything over eight years and eventually fall into a coma, just like a vegetable. My parents had passed away early, and I was already alone and helpless. No one would care. But Xavier would be sad, and I couldn't bear to see him like that. He had just suffered a severe blow. If he found out that something had happened to me as well, how sad he would be. I locked myself in my

"The first time you realize how easy it is for life to be snuffed out, it's hard." My head cocked to the side, I throw another question at him. "Are you insinuating eventually it won't be hard?" "All I'm saying is at some point you realize this is the way life is. It's messy, it's painful, and it's unexpected. We fall in love when we don't mean to, we lose college contracts when it looks like our lives are perfect, and we witness the cycle of life into death, Cutter. It's just the way things are."

I said softly. He sighed. "You're right. I wasn't going to tell you. My life isn't pretty, cupcake. It's fucked up and awful. You don't need to carry that shit. You don't need to know the worst the world has to offer." I snorted. "I've already seen the worst. And lived through it."

My heart raced rapidly as I slowly backed away from her. “The world is full of disappointments, no matter how hard you try to stay hopeful! Your efforts won't always be appreciated or noticed, people will always take advantage of your kindness and purity! That's the cold truth that we all have to accept! Individuals may come and go but the idea that life can be unfair will never change!”

Why? It's so annoying that I can't undo the damage. It's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my miserable life. It's my curse to bear for love. Endless suffering and torment of pain. Relieving a painful memory. Good Lord, help me! I lay there alone, my eyes fixed on the ceiling of the room. It's clear now that I'm a meaningless fellow, left with nothing to lose. Luka is dead, my life is a piece of shit, and I fucking have no idea what comes next.