To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live Novels & Stories

The Forgotten Mate 1. The Masquerade Rejection. Dreams are elusive, fleeting moments of solace that transport us to a realm untouched by the hardships of reality. In my dreams, I find refuge. I am a child again, innocent and carefree, surrounded by the warmth of my family's love. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and bask in the joy that once filled our humble home. But dreams, no matter how vivid, always fade away. And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave.

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of loss. The minutes stretched into eternity, each second a painful reminder of the life that had been stolen away so suddenly. And as I grieved, as I allowed the waves of sorrow to wash over me, I realized that sometimes dreams had a way of transcending the boundaries of sleep, seeping into the realm of reality with a cruelty that was hard to comprehend.

Her lips are soft and warm. If I have not said this before, I shall say this again. I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for, beyond all the craziness that filled our lives, I need to allow myself to remember what drives me. What makes this all worthwhile? What makes you get up in the morning with that sheer determination to walk your way through a day with nothing but a smile on your face? If you have nothing else in this world but your dreams, then it is those dreams that you need to follow; you need to forget about your failures and move on.

Yuan Zi Yan hears humming, a faint tune. The voice sings: "Enjoy every little thing that life throws your way." "..The sunsets, the laughter, the moon, the gatherings, the takeaways. For you will wake up one day and realize that you are living someone's dream. Enjoy everything, as such a beautiful dream will end sooner or later." She wakes up feeling eroded. Adrift. Lost. As if slowly remembering words to a forgotten prayer. Or recapturing her lost youth.

I usually stayed with Mum, playing board games in the shade or watching from the sidelines. “Sable…” Joss’s voice pulled me out of the memory. I turned to him with a smile. “I’d love to.” “We all need to clear our minds,” Rhett said, setting down his cup. “Forget our duties, responsibilities, and troubles—even just for a day—and remember that life is meant to be enjoyed.” I kept the smile on my face, but inside, his words echoed bitterly. How do I forget about my duties, responsibilities, and troubles, when they’re the very things I live with—when they’re sitting here at this table with me?

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

It doesn't matter if you sing to a few or a thousand people, try to have fun. There is a good quote. Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing, love ends when you stop caring, friendship ends when you stop sharing. Your life is over when you stop dreaming. Your hope ends when you stop believing. Your love ends when you stop caring. Your friendship ends when you stop sharing. When you get older, these factors stop. The seniors prefer to enjoy their twilight. But not with millennials. Keep dreaming, so that your life is beautiful. Continue to believe, so as not to lose hope. Keep caring so you don't lose love. And continue to share so that your friendship will last.

I no longer choose to dream because I start believing that it is absurd. Because what precisely is a dream? Is it like crumbled leaves and stems from a tree falling from the highest altitude and touched down on the rock bottom like shards of glass? I cannot put everything back together, having known that the coming years are a clouded reflection that I cannot seem to decrypt from afar as the fumes engulf me. But what must I do? In order to preserve your sanity, you must keep on dreaming. Unsurprisingly, I no longer have it. *** Unknown POV

I said, showing him my arm and the little bumps that had started to rise on my skin. "Well, I'd implore you not to think much of it. Those dreams occur to at least one of ten people. It's not necessary real. I've witnessed dreams getting really eerie and being unable to escape from such dreams can give a panic attack. You should let those dreams eat you up within. "If we dwell on them, we find out that the thoughts of them interfere with our daily lives. Dreams should be kept in the dark. When the morning comes, it's time to think of how we could better people than we were yesterday.