Day 22 - USE YOUR WORDS This is my favourite poem, it is something I try to live by. He dies slowly who transforms himself into a slave of habit, repeating the same laps every day, who doesn’t risk dressing in a new color and doesn’t talk to someone he doesn’t know. He dies slowly who suppresses a passion, who prefers black over white and periods over exclamation points. He dies slowly who doesn’t risk the certain for the uncertain in going after a dream, who doesn’t allow himself at least once in his life to disregard sound advice. He dies slowly who doesn’t travel, who doesn’t read, who doesn’t listen to music, who doesn’t find grace in these same things. He dies slowly who abandons a project before starting it, who doesn’t inquire about a subject he’s not familiar with or doesn’t respond when asked about something he knows. We avoid death in small quotas, remembering always that to be alive needs a much greater effort than the simple act of breathing….,. Pablo Neruda You dont stop playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing!
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 16:56:46 +0000
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