The one where we celebrate the life of Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.
Today is International Dylan Thomas Day. Aren't familiar with him? Don't dig poetry? I get it. I'm right there with you, except when it comes to this guy. And, specifically, his poem "Do not go gentle into that good night" written in 1951.
Do not go gentle into that good night
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.
While on the surface it's about death, I think this poem is ultimately about the power of life. Time goes by so quickly and death waits for all of us at the end. Don't wish it away. If you're not happy where you are, move. You're not a tree. Seize every day! Carpe diem! Rage against the machine that won't allow you to grow and thrive. What are you going to today to take control of your life? Me? I'm going to go for a bike ride. The sun is shining and the temperature is perfect for a spin. I will not go gentle.
Cheers, and peace out until next time.
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