|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain:
me to the heart to see it in its little storms of sorrow and
passion. I wanted to let it go, but she wouldn't hear of it. That
seemed cruel and not like her; and yet she may be right. It might
be lonelier than ever; for since I cannot find another one, how
Five Months Later
It is not a kangaroo. No, for it supports itself by holding to
her finger, and thus goes a few steps on its hind legs, and then
falls down. It is probably some kind of a bear; and yet it has
no tail--as yet--and no fur, except on its head. It still keeps
on growing--that is a curious circumstance, for bears get their
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James:
enough. I say raved, for I can write no otherwise, having
neither brain nor thoughts left. O God! what a misfortune to be
born! Born like a mushroom, doubtless between an evening and a
morning; and how true and right I was when in our philosophy-year
in college I chewed the cud of bitterness with the pessimists.
Yes, indeed, there is more pain in life than gladness--it is one
long agony until the grave. Think how gay it makes me to
remember that this horrible misery of mine, coupled with this
unspeakable fear, may last fifty, one hundred, who knows how many
 Roubinovitch et Toulouse: La Melancolie, 1897, p. 170,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum:
that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran
forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on
again, after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks.
10. Escaping the Soup-Kettle
The shaggy man got up and felt of himself to see if he was hurt; but
he was not. One of the heads had struck his breast and the other his
left shoulder; yet though they had knocked him down, the heads were
not hard enough to bruise him.
"Come on," he said firmly; "we've got to get out of here some way,"
and forward he started again.
The Scoodlers began yelling and throwing their heads in great numbers
The Road to Oz