..I buried myself in accomplishments, because with accomplishments, I believed I could control things, I could squeeze in every last piece of happiness before I got sick and died.. which I figured was my natural fate.

What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

Pengorbanan. Kau membuat pengorbanan. Aku membuat pengorbanan. Kita semua membuat pengorbanan. Tapi kau merasa marah atas pengorbanan yang kau berikan. Kau selalu memikirkan apa yang telah kau korbankan. Kau belum mengerti. Pengorbanan adalah bagian kehidupan. Harusnya begitu. Bukanlah sesuatu untuk disesali. Tapi sesuatu untuk didambakan.