Into The Good Night

FROM THE ARTIST

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

As I watched the last light of the day fades away, the poem by Dylan Thomas came into my mind. I remembered learning it a few years ago and it hit me right in my heart.

Life is full of ups and downs. We are encouraged to fight against all obstacles that are holding us back from becoming the best of us. We mustn't be afraid to dream or chase our dreams.

Live life to the fullest and never surrender.

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