A past full to the rim

"When you feel fear, bring back your attention to your highest objective. Imagine yourself at your peak performance, surrounded by beauty and friends"
James Redfield


Growing old, it is to remember the memory of a past full to the rim.
It is to call to mind experiences that should have led to wisdom, to the mastery of our life.
it is to know Oneself, irreverent to the public opinion.

Did i grow old well?
Did i manage to establish healthy limits for my peace of mind?
do i follow my own advice or am i still lying to myself? ("Do as i tell you, not as i do")


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