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Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all

-Emily Dickinson

The act of self-realization, self-actualization, is nothing but a well-mobilized plan to make real this idea you have of yourself in your head.  As we grow, moving down this path called life, this idea unfolds, matures, takes a few u-turns at some junctures in our lives, and sometimes it may or may not resemble that gossamer imagining a child once had of "Who I Want To Be When I Grow Up."  Not the what--the what is easy--but it is the "WHO" we are that the quest is really about.  This quest of continously waking up when the sun comes up and goin

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