|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
tired limbs. Opening the pack they found food with which to satisfy the
demands of hunger. Then, close under the stone, the fugitives sank into
slumber while the watchful Indian stood silent and motionless.
Jim thought he had but just closed his eyes when he felt a gentle pressure on
"Day is here," said the Indian.
Jim opened his eyes to see the bright red sun crimsoning the eastern hills,
and streaming gloriously over the colored forests. He raised himself on his
elbow to look around. Nell was still asleep. The blanket was tucked close to
her chin. Her chestnut hair was tumbled like a schoolgirl's; she looked as
fresh and sweet as the morning.
The Spirit of the Border
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac:
way in which I always fulfilled my engagements, even when they were of
the most trifling kind. When I had pledged myself to care for the poor
creature whose death you have just witnessed, I looked after him much
more effectually than any of his previous guardians had done. He has
been fed and cared for as the adopted child of the Commune. After a
time the dwellers in the valley ended by understanding the service
which I had done them in spite of themselves, but for all that, they
still cherish some traces of that old superstition of theirs. Far be
it from me to blame them for it; has not their cult of the cretin
often furnished me with an argument when I have tried to induce those
who had possession of their faculties to help the unfortunate? But
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale:
The dusk was blue with blowing mist,
The lights were spangles in a veil,
And from the clamor far below
Floated faint music like a wail.
It voiced what I shall never speak,
My heart was breaking all night long,
But when the dawn was hard and gray,
My tears distilled into a song.
I said, "I have shut my heart