Die Slowly by Pablo Neruda The one who becomes a slave to habit, who follows the same routines every day, who never changes pace, and does not risk changing the color or style of clothing, or who refuses to speak to strangers, dies slowly. The one who shuns passion, who prefers black rather than white, and never yields to a whirlpool of emotions, the kind that makes eyes glimmer, and turns a yawn into a smile, and makes the heart burst with feeling, dies slowly. The one who does not turn things topsy-turvy, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk in the face of uncertainty to follow a dream, and does not forgo sound advice at least once, dies slowly. The one who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace within, dies slowly. The one who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not permit others to help, who spends days on end complaining about bad luck, and the rain that never stops, dies slowly. The one who abandons a project before starting it, and fails to ask questions on subjects unknown, dies slowly. Let’s try and avoid death in small doses, reminding ourselves that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 13:02:04 +0000
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