Dying of the Light 🌎

 The World Won’t Die With A Bang- But Rather, A Whimper.

    Something I read last night that I simply cannot stop thinking about. The non-stop idea, in my head, that things will never truly spark. That we will be trapped, in this moment, slowly fading away- forever.

    Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Fight. Fight. Against the dying of the light. That is the poem which I have based my entire life upon, and will continue doing so as I move forward. The idea that the end is in sight, yet we must continue to fight, to rage, against the dying of the light.

    Something about the idea of the human species, slowly whimpering away- terrifies me. It just resonates the truth which I’ve begun to see, all these years. That we are weak. We are complacent. We are a species which lacks direction and motives. We have become nothing more than pets. Like the dog, who was once the wolf. Fed, housed and taken care of- until their fierce nature is no more.

    Perhaps there is still some wolf left in us. Perhaps, we as a species still hold the ability to fight back. I just don’t know how much. I just don’t know at what cost. The idea of awakening the masses seems like a lost cause, at this point. Too many have become comfortable in their slumber, living life in a deadly routine. 

    In moments like these, my faith is tested. I am being put thru the exercise of thought, in order to see where my alliances truly lie. A part of having faith, is believing that the impossible can be done. That no matter what, all hope is not loss. That in the right moment, an Ace of Spades will arrive. I continue to pray daily, in hope of that Ace. That there will be a hand of God, to help level the playing field. That something, somewhere, will change the game for the better- because right now, things are grim.

    No one knows what the future holds for us. We are all in this boat together, carefully navigating the ways of the world. It is impossible to predict, and even harder to prepare for. We have reached uncharted waters, living in an unchartered time. Yet regardless, we must prepare. We must be able to set aside all which is holding us back, to be ready for the next mission. The next stage in evolution. The next leap of faith.

    Some days are worse than others. Some days, I truly believe we are doomed. Looking back at this, I hope to be ridiculed. I hope to be laughed at and told that I was worrying for nothing. That I was completely lost in my head, imagining scenarios that will never come to fruition. I pray for that day to arrive, so that the world may see that I was wrong. 

    A phrase which has always stuck with me for a while now, basically states that the future is formed by those who create it, not those who ponder its doom. I try to remember that sentence, when things begin to look bleak. I try my best to understand that the future is yet to be written, and that there is still time to change the road we’re on. That there is a path, although narrow, where things work out better than expected. That there is a true chance of succession. 

    I am a gambler. That much, I am aware of. Perhaps not the greatest gambler. Perhaps not even the second-best. However, I will roll the dice, ever single time. I believe that we are here, on Earth, living this life, with the purpose to accomplish the impossible. To strive for something which cannot be achieved. Because it is only those who are willing to risk everything, who create something impossible. The limits of our capabilities are truly limitless. 

    One day, when the dust has settled and things have slowed down- I hope to sit back and smile at all which we have accomplished. I hope to take my rest, sit on the porch and watch the sun set on a grateful Universe. A new world, where anything is possible for anyone. I pray that the day comes, where the psychological torture and misguidance is finally put to rest. A world, where we as a species can finally unite towards a common goal.

    One thing is for sure- change brings chaos. Destruction of something old is necessary, in order to create something new. Something-Something, eggs to an omelet. Truer words have never been spoken.

Regardless, I do not plan to go gentle into that goodnight.

I will rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.