Do things with your whole heart, with as much intensity as you are capable of. Anything done halfheartedly never brings joy to life. It only brings misery, anxiety, torture, and tension, because whenever you do anything halfheartedly you are dividing yourself into two parts, and that is one of the greatest calamities that has happened to human beings - they are all split.
Life is to be experienced, not fought against, run from, or engaged halfheartedly. Though we may wish to make changes in the future, to be conscious is to be with an experience as it's unfolding, rather than thinking about how we would like to change it. Taking charge of our life so that we alter the quality of our experiences in the future comes after an experience.
Why should we labor this unpleasant point? Because the Book of Mormon labors it, for our special benefit. Wealth is a jealous master who will not be served halfheartedly and will suffer no rival-not even God: "Ye cannot serve God and Mammon." (Matthew 6:24) In return for unquestioning obedience wealth promises security, power, position, and honors, in fact anything in this world. Above all, the Nephites like the Romans saw in it a mark of superiority and would do anything to get hold of it, for to them "money answereth all things." (Ecclesiastes 10:19) "Ye do always remember your riches, " cried Samuel the Lamanite, "... unto great swelling, envyings, strifes, malice, persecutions, and murders, and all manner of iniquities." (Helaman 13:22) Along with this, of course, everyone dresses in the height of fashion, the main point being always that the proper clothes are expensive-the expression "costly apparel" occurs 14 times in the Book of Mormon. The more important wealth is, the less important it is how one gets it.
The Janus Guard will also be out that night, ' he said, one hand reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. 'Just as we have been and will be for every night of the Nine.' 'Good.' 'Speaking of which-Kelley... ' Sonny seemed suddenly exhausted. He turned his face to the west, and she could see the fatigue etched into the lines and planes of his face. 'It's getting late. You need to leave the park. Please. Don't argue with me this time. Just go. The sun will set soon, and I have to go to work.' He squared his shoulders as though he expected her to put up a fight. She did-a little-but only out of actual concern for him. 'Shouldn't you be taking it easy? I mean, you try to hide it with the whole tough-guy-swagger thing and all, but I saw the bandages. You're really hurt. Aren't you?' 'It's not so bad.' 'Wow. You are a terrible liar.' He frowned fiercely at her. 'You also look like you haven't slept in a week.' She took a tentative step toward him and put a hand on his chest, looking up into his silver-gray eyes. He put his hand over the top of hers, and she could feel the rhythm of his heart beating under her palm, through his shirt and the bandages. 'I'm fine.' 'Are you sure?' With his other hand, Sonny reached up and brushed a stray auburn curl out of her eyes. 'I'm sure.' He smiled down at her, and she felt her insides melt a little. His whole face changed when he smiled. It was like the sun coming out. 'But, ' he continued, 'I'll be even better if you are safe at home and I don't have to worry about you for tonight.' 'I can take care of myself, Sonny Flannery, ' she bristled, halfheartedly. 'Please?' He turned up the wattage on his smile. 'I... okay.' She felt her own lips turn up in a shy, answering smile. 'I'll be good. This once.' 'That's my girl.' Kelley was silent. Those three words of Sonny's had managed to render her utterly speechless.