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Each morning upon awakening I'm presented with a choice, either to fill my heart with love, or feel the emptiness of unfulfilled dreams. I am only in the moment. If I fill my heart with love and meet every person and situation with an open heart I will be rewarded beyond my imagination. If, I only feel my emptiness my heart will wither and will have nothing to offer -- a flower without scent or color. Nothing to appreciate, or to attract -- a dried stalk. Each morning upon awakening I'm presented with this choice.
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