A word from poet Martha Medeiros Posted on February 5, 2018August 29, 2020 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… Edited July 8, 2018: An earlier version of this post misattributed the piece to poet Pablo Neruda. Comments (7)
It’s almost like he new I was somehow lost. When I am sick my self esteem shrinks I forget what a warrior I really am. How I stand and fight for what I believe in! Since when do I give in to defeat when I have all this living and loving to do.
I truly enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing this Sarah! Beautiful
Hi there, You met Grey and I in Florence in the coffee shop… The Grey haired gentleman and myself Shelora.
Just got home in the grey wind and rain… Miss the sun..
What a gloriously sensitive wonderous blog…. I honour and admire both of you giving your two girls such an adventure and one you all will treasure for the rest of our lives…. Be well, have fun, and continue that challenging journey of mother/fatherhood… That is two journeys in one. Blessings Shelora
This is a beautiful poem just not by Pablo Neurda. http://www.laht.com/article.asp?ArticleId=325275&CategoryId=14094
I keep returning to read this again and again.