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Right before I completely disappeared, I patted his shoulder and gave him one final piece of advice. "Look, I don't know if this is some kind of power-fantasy novel or whatever or whether you're the hero or not. But here's what I do know—live your life, and make it incredible." … When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own massive bed. Beside it, several gorgeous women, each with a different style, lined up to wake me up. I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily.

Good thing I still have the book that I borrowed from the library last semester and it is entitled as Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. The passage of the book goes like this and I thought that I need to share this with anyone else. When I talk about “creative living” here, please understand that I am not necessarily talking about pursuing a life that is professionally or exclusively devoted to the arts. I’m not saying that you must become a poet who lives on a mountaintop in Greece, or that you must perform at Carnegie Hall, or that you must win the Palme d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival. (Though if you want to attempt any of these feats, by all means, have at it. I love watching people swing

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

We got a bench number in the middle, not too front or too front since earlier that half of the popcorn was left. The lights have been turned off. And I enter into my own world, take a headset, and put the music on full volume. But still lost to the sound from inside the cinema. But I still focus on the sound of music. And I'm surfing the world of novels. I prefer to read than watch, and watching makes my eyes tired quickly. It's different when reading, and my hobby is reading novels. Because the novel often treats it, they get a perfect girlfriend full of attention, and I want to be the characters in the novel and get a romantic boyfriend. Unfortunately, my real world is not as beautiful as

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

“Let’s just survive this first, alright? Your life is starting to sound like one of your novels.” I smile, knowing she’s right. But that’s exactly what makes it fun.

A continuity that briefly includes the people who are living it. She is living it. She chose to live it. Every single day.

Was this the ideal life she dreamed of at the age of 27? Compared to her real life, the lives of the characters in her novels are much more romantic and perfect. Things that seemed impossible for her to get. Once again, Sandra let out a long sigh. Just thinking about it made her sad. "The perfect love life only exists in novels. In fiction stories, huh ..." She reached for the glass, about to drink her coffee, before realizing that it was empty. She grumbled in annoyance, moved from her spot to the kitchen, and made a new coffee.

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