He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not take a risk at least once in their lives,
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the
rain that never stops, dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask
questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when
they are asked something they do know, die slowly.
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being
alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Stop waiting for a better day to come. Live in the moment and enjoy it and today will become the day you have been waiting for. And do what matters most to you.