a nice poem

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 to your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths,
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colors
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And its turbulent emotions,
Those that 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, or with your surroundings,
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.

This has been incorrectly attributed to noted Chilean writer Pablo Neruda.
The real writer was Martha Medeiros, a lesser known Brazilian. 
Mother Teresa also got credit for a lot of good words that she didn't write. I hate it when that happens.