Novel & Cerita We're Simply Meant To Be

“I’m saying you’ve got to survive. And in high school, that means being the lion, not the gazelle. It’s not about being mean; it’s about being untouchable. If that means being a bully, then so be it." I nodded slowly, the pieces clicking into place. If being untouchable meant I’d never have to feel like this again—humiliated, weak, small—then I’d do whatever it took. Thomas clapped me on the shoulder, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got potential, Logan. Just don’t waste it.” That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying his advice over and over. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, I’d start building a version of myself no one could knock down.

And it was beautiful. "What now?" Kade asked. I looked at him. At the network spanning everything. "Now we live. We love. We exist. Not to save anyone. Not to build anything. Just to be. Together. Across infinity. Forever." "Just be?" "Just be. Because we've earned it. Because we've built it. Because we've made it possible." He pulled me close. Solid arms around me. "I like that. Just being. Just existing. Just loving." "Me too."

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

- I say and lift my knees hugging them - Being rudimentary, from the earth we came, to the earth we will return. Our actions should be aimed at renewing the cycle of life and the earth, all beings have their functions for this, even killing other species to balance life and death. We run away from this existential wheel and are always trying to destroy it, apparently. - Why do you say that?

He looked at the kitchen garden gate. He thought: we are what we are. The thirty-first year is the year we can say it. The being rather than the becoming. The ordinary day is the deepest thing. Being is the condition in which the ordinary day is the deepest thing. Not striving toward something else. Not the hope of something better. The ordinary day itself. An ordinary day is enough. The ordinary day is the building. The ordinary day is the beginning. ---

You will do it quickly and discreetly, the rest of you know what to do, remember to stay together at all times, the moment you get separated, It will be easier for them to penetrate through and they will take as many of us as they can take. I need you all to remember that we are doing this for all of us, for us to live like the Gods we are, a world where we wouldn't have to hide who we truly are." I said. This is what I wanted. Humans are so weak and yet we have to be afraid of them, they are at the bottom of the food chain, we are not equals, it's time we all started to think like we have the right to be here because we are.

She wanted her Ace back, her egotistical, a little bit narcissistic, arrogant Ace. "You do not have any control over how people feel about you or act towards you" Sky began hoping that her words would get to him, comfort him "Parents are supposed to love their kids and I am sorry that yours failed but hear me when I say this" Sky whispered wishing she could hold his hands right now but hoping her words would be enough "That doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you, you are loved Ace Reed by everyone around you so don't for one second think that you are less because two people failed at their jobs, failed to give what any other human being family or not is supposed to give. "

Carlee heard this and tears welled up in her eyes. "No one is qualified to judge you and say that you are not good. Whether you are good or not is determined by yourselves. The outside world might associate healthy legs with sports, but sports should be a resilient spirit. Even if you have one leg less, it does not affect your passion. You can still run on the race track, bloom, and shine." Carlee nodded and tears couldn't help but roll down.

When Pastor Anderson mounted the altar that morning, I soaked that message in like I was the only one present. "In times of trouble, do not isolate yourself, especially not from the place of fellowship with God and with your brethren. The church is a family. We are all bound by the blood of Jesus Christ and it is wrong to turn away from family when the enemy attacks." See what I said about the message being exactly for me? "You are not meant to do life alone. Regardless of having a romantic partner, relationships in general are important to God. If God wanted man to be alone, He would have withheld the procreation ability and ended creation with Adam." He paused while the crowd responded wit

But there's a certain pull, an undeniable connection that makes me want to believe him. I push open the door to my apartment, the dimly lit space offering me a sense of familiarity and comfort. As I shed my coat and kick off my shoes, I let my mind wander back to the conversation earlier tonight. "We were meant to be," Michael's words ring in my ears. "Just like you and Jayleen are." Meant to be. The phrase is heavy, weighted with a sense of destiny and fate. It's overwhelming, daunting even. But why does it also feel so right?