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Someday, In The Moment Of Death, Your Whole Life Will Pass Before You. In A Few Fractions Of A Second-because Time No Longer Applies-you Will See Many Incidents From Your Life In Order To Learn. You Will Review Your Life With Two Questions In Your Consciousness: Could I Have Shown A Little More Courage In These Moments? Could I Have Shown A Little More Love? You Will See Where You Let Fear Stop You From Expressing Who You Are, How You Feel, Or What You Need. You Will See Whether You Were Able To Expand Into These Moments, Just A Little, To Show Love, Or Whether You Contracted.

Unless Someone Truly Has The Power To Say No, They Never Truly Have The Power To Say Yes.

Moderation? It's Mediocrity, Fear, And Confusion In Disguise. It's The Devil's Dilemma. It's Neither Doing Nor Not Doing. It's The Wobbling Compromise That Makes No One Happy. Moderation Is For The Bland, The Apologetic, For The Fence-sitters Of The World Afraid To Take A Stand. It's For Those Afraid To Laugh Or Cry, For Those Afraid To Live Or Die. Moderation...is Lukewarm Tea, The Devil's Own Brew.

I'd Always Believed That A Life Of Quality, Enjoyment, And Wisdom Were My Human Birthright And Would Be Automatically Bestowed Upon Me As Time Passed. I Never Suspected That I Would Have To Learn How To Live - That There Were Specific Disciplines And Ways Of Seeing The World I Had To Master Before I Could Awaken To A Simple, Happy, Uncomplicated Life.

If We Agree On Everything, Only One Of Us Is Necessary.