Friday, November 26, 2010

Dying slowly

I haven't been writing much lately, in fact not at all. So I'm posting a poem by Pablo Neruda today that said what I was thinking. 

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…


cafe selavy said...

Yes, yes, I like that.

Sarah said...

Very true...

paulboo said...

Loved this poem so much that I ordered a book of his works from Amazon!!!
This one has a particularly personal meaning in my life right now :~}

Rhonda said...

CS: glad you like it!

Sarah: so true...and don't you forget it!

Paul: Neruda is amazing, hope you enjoy the book! This poem has a lot of meaning for me too!

Igor Prawn said...

The greatest truths are also the simplest :)

Hope you are well, and all is going as you would wish.