Poetry/life inspiration!
Meaningful words by Pablo Neruda.
I read this poem couple of years ago and just found it again in a poetry book I bought today! I thought to blog it as it’s very inspiring!
Enjoy it!
Slowly dies he who becomes a slave of habit,
repeating the same itineraries every day,
who does not change gear,
who does not risk wearing a new colour and does not talk to those unfamiliar.
repeating the same itineraries every day,
who does not change gear,
who does not risk wearing a new colour and does not talk to those unfamiliar.
Slowly dies he who makes of television his guru.
Dies slowly he who shuns passion,
who prefers black to white
and the dots on the “i” to a whirlpool of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes shine,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart beat even when facing mistakes and feelings.
who prefers black to white
and the dots on the “i” to a whirlpool of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes shine,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart beat even when facing mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies he who does not rid himself of the scourge when he is unhappy at work,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to follow a dream
who does not allow at least once in their lives to escape sensible advice..
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to follow a dream
who does not allow at least once in their lives to escape sensible advice..
Slowly dies he who does not travel, does not read,
does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Slowly dies he who destroys his self love,
who does not accept somebody’s help.
who does not accept somebody’s help.
Slowly dies he who spends his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Slowly dies he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask questions on subjects he not know
or who does not answer when being asked about something he knows.
who does not ask questions on subjects he not know
or who does not answer when being asked about something he knows.
Slowly dies he who does not share his emotions, joys and sadness,
who does not trust, who does not even try.
who does not trust, who does not even try.
Slowly dies he who does not relive his memories
and continues getting emotional as if living them at that moment.
and continues getting emotional as if living them at that moment.
Slowly dies he who does not try to excel and move forward in life,
who does not learn from the stones of the road of life,
who does not love and allow himself to be loved.
who does not learn from the stones of the road of life,
who does not love and allow himself to be loved.
Let us avoid death in small doses,
remembering always that to be alive demands an effort far greater
than the simple act of breathing…
remembering always that to be alive demands an effort far greater
than the simple act of breathing…
PABLO NERUDA
