What Should I Do With My Life Novels & Stories

You can’t just idle and watch the most important person die right in front of you. “Give me a month to be with my uncle, then. Give me a month to have a normal life. A month to do all the things I want. After that, you can do everything you want to do with me,” I said bravely. To be honest, I have so much plans for Uncle and for myself. I want to graduate and do so many things. I want to build my own café, travel in every place I want, meet people and live a long ordinary life. But I guess I have to accept that that’s not the life meant for me. Fate has always been so cruel to me ever since. I should have never hoped that it would make everything better for me.

When I’m done, I feel much better. That was just a dream. What I choose to do with my life from here on out is what counts.

Sometimes, he feels like my whole fucking life. And, how can one not recognise life? How can one not live the life? How can I?

No longer exist in our lives. See? You should have been doing something useful and productive with those late hours ,hahaha....just kidding but it's true just that we can't live in regret, we meet people for sacred reasons , either they learn or you do, its just one of the lessons and principles of humanitarian life. I sometimes wonder what I would do if I could be 16 years again, or perhaps 18? Would I wanna have more wild life and hang the 'FUCK EVERYONE ' pags on my ears or what? Fuck! I don't know yet, not so sure honestly.

But at other times, you think there was no other way forward, that you were always bound to end up exactly where you have. I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things. But lately, all my best-laid plans have begun to falter. My life has become full of unpredictability; around every corner, there are new twists and turns. The truth is that life really doesn't give a shit about your plans. I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform

* "I understand you, my friend. But what exactly can you do? It's done, it's done! There is nothing you can do about that now. You should just live the way you are living now. You know that if your husband finds out about this whole thing, it would be worse for you! They are not anywhere around here!" "This is really not good, Felicia! It's not good at all! Well, I will try not to think too much about it. It's been years already now..." *Sigh* "That's my point, my friend. Just forget the past and focus on the present and your future right now" "Ok. Thank you, Felicia. We will talk more again soon" "You are always welcome, my friend. Please, take care of yourself" "Yes, I will and take care t

I was finally getting my life together and making progress but I didn't think that I also wanted to allow myself to get drowned in something that was going to be appalling. most of the issues around here and then simply because of what people have not been able to do but here I was still trying to figure out what exactly I was going to do with my life and how exactly I'm going to see things move. It wasn't a complete disaster but at the same time it was not that satisfying that I had to go on with the entire plans and expect their life was going to turn around for good for me. I didn't have much to say but I also had something that had been from a long time and it was simply the fact that I

For the first time in my entire life, I didn’t know what to do next. Who to go to. Who to ask for help.

Maria broke the silence after a while. I leaned my head back against the worn couch cushion, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I wouldn't really say I've thought it through,” I replied honestly. “But all I know is, I can't be a pawn to anyone anymore. I think it's high time I decided what I wanted in my life… for myself.” Maria didn’t say anything for a moment. She was always good at letting my words sit in the air before responding. Then she sighed. “Alright. But how do you actually plan on going about that? Holding on to your life, being yourself?”

Eventually though, she set her mug down and gave me a look. "So," she said. "What now?" I stared down at my hands. "I don't know." "That's not an answer," she said gently. "What are you going to do with your life, Sofia? You can't stay in hiding forever. You've got to start figuring out your next move."