Read and listen to the poem “slowly dies” by Martha Medeiros
Summary
It seems a luxury and a privilege to laze around, bask in doing nothing, even avoiding connecting the brain the morning just wake up.
It seems, but it's not.
Also for the Gentleman turn on the dawn lights every day, turn them off to make room for the romantic night light of moon, it is not an easy job, on the contrary.
To get out of our pseudo-beloved every day comfort zones we must love ourselves, love the Lord who gave us life, love all the sisters and brothers around us: only in this way will we be able to love the world inside and outside of us, and make it a better place, where every heart have your own space.
Martha Medeiros(Porto AlegreAugust 20, 1961) is a Brazilian journalist and writer.
Daughter of José Bernardo Barreto de Medeiros and Isabella Matos de Medeiros, she is a journalist for the newspaperZero hourof Porto Alegre and forO GlobeofRio de Janeiro.
After working in the advertising field, she moved for nine months toChileand there he began to write poetry. Returned toPorto Alegre, began writing as a journalist while also pursuing his literary career.
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It slowly dies who becomes a slave to habit, repeating the same routes every day, who does not change the brand, who doesn't risk wearing a new color, who does not speak to who does not know.
He who avoids a passion dies slowly, who prefer black to white and the dots over the "i" rather than a set of emotions, just the ones that make your eyes sparkle, those who turn a yawn into a smile, the ones that make the heart beat in the face of error and feelings.
It slowly dies who doesn't turn the table over, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to chase a dream, who does not allow himself at least once in a lifetime to escape sensible advice.
Slowly those who do not travel die, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. dies slowly, who destroys self-love, who does not let himself be helped. dies slowly, who spends their days complaining of one's misfortune or the incessant rain.
slowly dies, who abandons a project before starting it, who does not ask questions on topics he doesn't know, who doesn't answer when they ask something he knows.
We avoid death in small doses, always remembering that to be alive it takes effort far greater of simply breathing.
Only burning patience will bring upon achievement of splendid happiness.
