Dies slowly he who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes brand, who does not risk to wear a new color and doesn’t talk to whom he doesn’t know.
Dies slowly he who avoids a passion, who prefers black to white and the dots on the “i’s” to a whirlpool of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn yawns into smiles, that make the heart beat in the face of mistakes and feelings.
Dies slowly he who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work, who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to follow a dream, who does not allow, at least one time in life, to flee from sensate advices.
Dies slowly he who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped.
Dies slowly he who spend his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know or who does not answer when being asked about something he does know.
Let’s avoid death in small doses, always remembering that being alive demands a much bigger effort than the simple fact of breathing.Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness