|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie:
his thanks to the bird as she fluttered overhead. It was not to
receive his thanks, however, that she hung there in the sky; it
was not even to watch him get into the nest; it was to see what
he did with her eggs.
There were two large white eggs, and Peter lifted them up and
reflected. The bird covered her face with her wings, so as not
to see the last of them; but she could not help peeping between
I forget whether I have told you that there was a stave on the
rock, driven into it by some buccaneers of long ago to mark the
site of buried treasure. The children had discovered the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair:
Nor did they have to go without their share of all this, either.
The last time they had had a big basket with them and all their
Christmas marketing to do--a roast of pork and a cabbage and some
rye bread, and a pair of mittens for Ona, and a rubber doll that
squeaked, and a little green cornucopia full of candy to be hung
from the gas jet and gazed at by half a dozen pairs of longing eyes.
Even half a year of the sausage machines and the fertilizer mill had
not been able to kill the thought of Christmas in them; there was
a choking in Jurgis' throat as he recalled that the very night Ona
had not come home Teta Elzbieta had taken him aside and shown him
an old valentine that she had picked up in a paper store for three
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the Cannibal Islands are now cutting it down at my expense. You
would be able to run your magazine to much greater advantage if the
terms of authors were on the same scale with those of my cannibals.
We have also a house about the size of a manufacturer's lodge.
'Tis but the egg of the future palace, over the details of which on
paper Mrs. Stevenson and I have already shed real tears; what it
will be when it comes to paying for it, I leave you to imagine.
But if it can only be built as now intended, it will be with
genuine satisfaction and a growunded pride that I shall welcome you
at the steps of my Old Colonial Home, when you land from the
steamer on a long-merited holiday. I speak much at my ease; yet I