slowly dying ...
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every
day the same itineraries, who does not change the brand, who does not
risks and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white
, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn
a smile, that make the heart beat before
mistakes and feelings.
He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at
work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream
, who does not allow at least one time in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, not read, who
not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. He or she
who destroys self-esteem, who refuses to be helped, who spends the
days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who does not
ask questions on subjects he does not know who does not answer when
asked something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses, remembering always that to be alive
requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of
breathe.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid
happiness.
(P. Neruda)
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