To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live Novels & Stories

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

🌊🔥 CHAPTER 13🔥🌊 QUOTE; Live the life of your dreams; Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of others. - - - - - Waking up the next morning while Alvara was still asleep, Hudson brushed his teeth and took his bath before going back to sleep since he didn’t know what else to do and Alvara isn’t waking up any time soon.

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She wants to continue living as Lee Umji, forgetting the sadness and sorrows in her life. And here I am now. Revealing the facts of Kim Hana's life. Answering daydreams before I have an accident regarding life, namely what is my purpose in living? ***

People think I live in a dream. Big house, diamond ring, perfect life. But here’s the thing about dreams — you can’t breathe in them for too long. And mine? It’s starting to choke me. So here it is — the part where I stop pretending. I won’t dress it up. I won’t give you names. But I will give you the truth. I’m not writing for sympathy. I’m writing because I need to remember. Before I forget how I ended up here — in this mansion, this marriage, this mess.

"They will no longer be part of our everyday life. Still, they are part of our memory. Cherish it and live the way you think they would love. Do not step backward. Keep moving forward. The past is the past. No one tells you to remove them. Just... don't let it be a hindrance in you chasing your dreams" He is not sure if what he said is right. The only thing he knew is, just like the butterfly with whom he once shared happy memories with, they are now just a part of his past. Will never be his present, nor his future. "Dreams..." 'I wonder what is my wife's dream for us...' Oliver didn't try to say more words. 'What I said are far more enough' that is what he thought. 'If he ain't a fool he w

Lu had been a man for too long that he forgot how to cry. He needed to remember how to do so or he will crack to the point of breaking and there might be no turning back! 'I am getting soft!' He said in his mind as he visibly clenched his fists. After what seemed like a five minutes silence for the dead, Lu cleared his throat, walked to the door, and held the handle for a while. "I will find Alita," He said before pulling the door open "I will make sure I find her because she is my life!"

Unfortunately, as a child and adolescent, I hardly had any influence on it. Maybe I just should have been careful not to get so bitter. But who paid attention to that as a teenager? There were other problems. Also, I lived for the present, not the future. Only now did I understand that the future arose from the present. No, I had to change some things about myself. Many only talked about it, but ultimately stuck to their dreams. Don't dream your life, live your dream - this memory came back painfully. I vowed to do just that. And if it was the last thing I did, one day it would be.

“But the story is the reminder. The memory is the anchor. If we forget the struggle, we forget the value of the peace. We become like Elysia before the gardeners came—perfect, but stagnant.” He saw the doubt in their eyes. They lived in a world without struggle. The concept of a threat was a historical abstraction. The Grey was a fairy tale monster, the Un-Singers a philosophical concept. How could he explain the slow, insidious danger of forgetting? That night, he had a dream. It was not a vision of the gardeners, nor a warning from the Weave. It was a dream of dust. Fine, grey dust, silently covering the vibrant colors of the Harmony, not destroying them, but making them dull and indistinc

Softening his tone, he added, "I'm not trying to pry. I just see how much the past weighs on you. I hope you can let it go one day." Lucy forced a small smile. "You misunderstand. It's not that I dwell on the past. I just... don't remember it anymore."