It dies slowly

“It dies slowly”

“It dies slowly

Who become slaves to habit.

Repeating the same paths everyday,

Who does not change gears,

Who does not risk and changes the color of clothes,

Who does not speak to those who they do not know.

He who avoids passion dies slowly,

Who prefers black on white

And the dots on the “i”

Rather than a set of emotions,

Exactly those that make your eyes shine,

That make a yawn smile,

The ones that make your heart beat

In front of mistakes and feelings.

It dies slowly

Who doesn’t turn the table upside down,

Who is unhappy at work,

Who doesn’t risk certainty for uncertainty

To pursue a dream,

Who doesn’t dare at least once in their lives

To escape sensible advice.

Those who do not travel slowly die,

Who does not read,

Who doesn’t listen to music,

Who finds no grace in themselves.

He Who destroys self-love dies slowly,

Who doesn’t let themselves be helped,

Who spends their days complaining

Of one’s own misfortune or the incessant rain.

It dies slowly

Who abandons a project before they started,

Who doesn’t ask questions on topics they don’t know about,

Let’s avoid death in small doses,

Always remembering to be alive

It takes a much greater effort

Then just breathing.

Nothing but the burning patience,

It will lead to achievement

Of a blissful State of Mind.”

📖Martha Medeiros🥀

“How do they do it, those who are not inclined?

What are unbothered people made of.”

📖Elias Canetti🥀