There is a poem by a Chilean writer that I have liked so much that I wanted to share.
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
I am not afraid of death, but I fear that one day soon that I will wake up and be 40 years older. I don’t want to look back and find myself having spent my life working at the same desk with a computer. I don’t want to wish that I would have done something more when I was younger.
I want to have lived a full and unique life – creating strong relationships with my family and friends, understanding new cultures and histories, learning what is means to be a human in this constantly changing world, and loving with all of my heart.
Loving with all my heart, so that when I do die one day that there will be people still here on this earth who can know what it feels like to be loved and can know how to love one another. Love that binds us together and makes us human.
Oh, this wild and short life….