He who becomes the slave of habit, which follows the same routes every day, that never changes , rhythm and that will not change the color of his clothes, who do not speak and do not know, slowly dying . Whoever flees passion , who prefers black on white, dotting it rather than a set of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer , that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart beat face errors and feelings, dies slowly. Whoever does not change things upside down , which is unhappy at work , who are not likely certainty for uncertainty , to thus follow a dream, those who do not forego sound advice least once in their lives , die slowly. He who does not travel, who does not read , who does not listen to music that is not thanks to him, she is not with her, slowly dying . He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not let himself be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck , rain that never stops, dies slowly. One who abandons a project before starting it , who fail to ask questions on subjects he does not know , the one who does not answer when asked something they do know , die slowly. Try and avoid death in small doses , remembering that being alive requires a lot more important than the simple act of breathing effort. Only a burning patience will lead to the realization of a beautiful happiness. - Pablo Neruda youtu.be/1pkVLqSaahk
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 16:53:16 +0000
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