He dies slowly who never travels, reads, listens to music, finds favor in his eyes.
He dies slowly who destroys his self-esteem, never needs help.
He dies slowly who becomes a slave, always takes the same paths, the same references, not even change the color of his clothes, never dares to talk to a stranger.
He dies slowly who avoids passion and his whirlwind of emotions, which restore the light in the eyes and mend broken hearts.
He dies slowly who unhappy, will not change route, risk anything to achieve his dreams, flee not once in his life, sound advice.
Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)