LIFE (short stories)

LIFE (short stories)

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What is life? #Life is simple, but we insist on making it complicated Are you this kind of person who loves making your life complicated?who wants her/his life interesting?who will do everything just to make her life complicated?or are you the kind of person who blame life for being complicated and not even thinking that maybe it's you who make it? #Life is a dream for the wise,a game for a fool,a comedy for the rich,a tragedy for the poor So which of you is which? the wise who think life is a dream;a dream where we can be happy and where we can be who we want to be, a fool who just think life as a game who don't give importance to his life,or the rich who see life as a joke a comedy play where it can just laught at,or maybe a poor who see life as a tragedy who think that life is a place for suffering. #Life is a crazy ride Do you see life as a crazy ride where there is no guarantee in what can happen next? Life can be any thing to us a lesson to learn,a journey to live,a hope to win,a dream so fake,or a pain so much but yet so minor. Life is everything we just need to appreciate it.
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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