| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: the water-bottle he had left behind and organized a hunt for him.
Long before they found him he had passed to an extremity of terror.
The world had become hideous and threatening, the sun was a pitiless
glare, each rocky ridge he clambered became more dreadful than the
last, each new valley into which he looked more hateful and
desolate, the cramped thorn bushes threatened him gauntly, the rocks
had a sinister lustre, and in every blue shadow about him the night
and death lurked and waited. There was no hurry for them, presently
they would spread out again and join and submerge him, presently in
the confederated darkness he could be stalked and seized and slain.
Yes, this he admitted was real fear. He had cracked his voice,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Tramp Abroad by Mark Twain: lump of snow and struck it as plaster on my head.
The idea was a happy one, and the flow of blood diminished.
Then, scrambling up, I got, not a moment too soon, to a
place of safety, and fainted away. The sun was setting
when consciousness returned, and it was pitch-dark before
the Great Staircase was descended; but by a combination
of luck and care, the whole four thousand seven hundred
feet of descent to Breil was accomplished without a slip,
or once missing the way."
His wounds kept him abed some days. Then he got up
and climbed that mountain again. That is the way with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: Stewart from sinking his splendid manhood into the brute she had
recoiled from at Chiricahua, she would not have spoken it. She
could not restore him to his former place in her regard; she
really did not want him at the ranch at all. Once, considering
in wonder her knowledge of men, she interrogated herself to see
just why she could not overlook Stewart's transgression. She
never wanted to speak to him again, or see him, or think of him.
In some way, through her interest in Stewart, she had come to
feel for herself an inexplicable thing close to scorn.
A telegram from Douglas, heralding the coming of Alfred and a
minister, put an end to Madeline's brooding, and she shared
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