What So Wrong About Your Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sometimes, life hits so hard that, it feels like you are being fucked up by the life. Some situations are too messy, complicated and strangely suffocating that you might never know how to overcome it. Sometimes standing before the mirror, staring at your own reflection, asking yourself, " What did you actually do in your life?" If you are a good child who listens to your parents but somehow fucked up with your life, You will ask the same question " What did you do with your life? What did you do to end up like this?"

AMELIA “Stop messing with me! Stop messing with my head.” Exasperated, I glared at him. My whole life was a mess. A clusterfuck. And now this, was what transpired in my life. “That’s not me.” “I swear that was you in another life.”

Swirling around, life is like a loop, it's bad, but it's not uncommon. At that time, I thought that I would stay in that boring flat loop for the rest of my life. But I was wrong.

"What is it about then?" "Me! It's about me and my life! This softness and peace and love that you're offering could never fulfill me. I'm so used to the tough life, get business done and murder people, that is what I'm accustomed to and I cannot change it no matter how hard I try!"

But without personal decisions and responsibilities, how can a life still be called a life? The wrong men. The wrong friends. The wrong jobs. Gambling, drugs, and alcohol. Hardly anyone had made more wrong decisions in life than Helen, and now that she couldn't any longer she missed it: the liberating feeling of being seduced into doing the wrong, and even the heaviness of heart that came thereafter. ‘What is life to you, Helen?’ It sounded like a simple question, but it was the most difficult of all, and at the same time the most important, because personal happiness depended on nothing as much as on the answer.

I backed out of the page and finally checked Elise's messages. "Where are you? "Answer me this instant. Why did you share such a depressing song with me? Do you think I'm too happy?" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account.

I let the question hang in the air until it felt heavy. Then I chuckled bitterly, my chest aching as memories of my complicated life with Henry surged through my mind. I swallowed the tears threatening to choke me and said into the microphone, “No, it’s not worth it.” "There’s no such thing as normal life. There’s only the life you choose, and the life that’s forced on you. Money doesn’t make you lonely. Poverty doesn’t make you happy. Those are just illusions we create to comfort ourselves.” Murmurs of agreement rose among the crowd.

Nowadays, companies prefer young applicants who could work faster and could adapt to the changes in technology, not an old lady like me. What went wrong with my life? I have asked myself that question many times hoping to have a different answer. Yet, the obvious answer was the same. I made the wrong turn. I made wrong decisions in my life. I couldn't even think where to begin, or maybe I knew how it all began but it was too late. Way too late! I just wish that reincarnation is true so I could start again.

''With that i start tearing up. 'I cant go on'I say to my self, giving up my life that instant.I wished God would just end my life right there. I mean, what was the point of living in this big, bad and wicked world, everyone lies and gets away with it, everyone hurting one another.The wickedness has no end, it never will. It would be much better if i had never been put into it. What difference would it have made.

“Why?” I open my mouth to answer but no sound comes out, I've never questioned it before and I don't know what to say because I don't even know myself the reason why I do that. “I don't know...” I admit with confusion. A stony silence fills the office as I avoid eye contact. “Make your head stop seeing your illness as the center of the universe and start directing your thoughts in a different direction. Don't let the bad comments rumble any louder inside you”