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 ...