slowly dies
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries
, who does not change the brand,
who does not risk 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 once in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, not read, who does not listen
music, who does not find grace in himself. Dies slowly he who destroys
self-love, who does not accept help, who spends
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 about something he knows
.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing
.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness
.
(P. Neruda)
