Who dies (Ode to Life)
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the gear, who does not risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, they do beat heart face of mistakes and feelings.
He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream, who would not allow, at least once in their lives to run away from sensible advice. Slowly
dies who does not read, does not travel, does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, who does not accept help, who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know, who does not answer when asked about something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness ...
