The love that you hid, because you were afraid of getting hurt.
The words of support you swallowed, because you were still mad about something.
The book you didn’t write, because you didn’t have the time.
An unexpressed gift can’t survive you. When you die, it dies with you. Give, because you can’t take it with you, so it’s better to leave it here! It might just do some good in this world. And even if it doesn’t, at least you won’t wonder if it would have.