This is a poem mum loved. I found a typed copy in her poetry book and I always felt this really represents what mum thought about life and how we should all make the most of our time. You start dying slowly If you do not travel, If you do not read, 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 every day on the same paths - if you do not change your routine If you do not change your colours or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly if you avoid to feel passion and it’s 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 surroundings. If you do not go after your dream If you do not allow yourself At least once in your lifetime To run away from sensible advice. Pablo Neruda