That leaving time for ourselves should not be a luxury but a necessity. Just as we take care to charge our phones every night, it’s good to take care of our own batteries too.
That someone who shows us at a moment’s notice that they are anything other than what they seemed, should not be around us; they have used up the trust we gave them.
That to read something every day, to furnish our minds with the best books, with music, painting, the arts of the world, is a duty to ourselves.
That some people will be with you as long as they need you, and then put you aside, like throwing away a read newspaper on a shelf that has yellowed, over time.
That, after all, we are alone, no matter how many friends we have on social media or in the circles we run in.
That in spring all the trees bloom, it’s good to see them, to go and admire them; it’s a shame to miss the spectacle of nature, to not enjoy it visually and olfactorily, to not take advantage of a walk in the park or just along some streets.
That life is full of uncertainties, expecting everything to be clear to us, smooth, ensure our path to eternal dissatisfaction.
That it’s important to get more involved in this society, to uncross our arms and abandon the attitude of ‘spectators who think they know what they’re doing’ and put our hand up to do something ourselves, to leave something meaningful behind us.
That the valley of complaint is full, there’s crowding there, but there’s room on the plains and mountains of those who act.
That a little movement every day is useful if not now, at least for the long-term investment in our bodies.
What would you add to this list?