This poem by Dylan Thomas struck me hard when I first heard it, so here I am. Two years later with the words still on my mind. This life is temporary. This is a lesson I've had to learn through seeing years of my life drift away while I remain sedentary and unchanged.
I have always desired to be an "artistic" person, able to laugh, sing, and dance with no regard for how it appears to other people. I have always wanted to learn how to paint and write, not to write and paint to express myself, but to express Jesus. But I have found myself for the past few years, very conscious of how I appear to my peers. I have spent countless hours and days "stalking" my friends and "friends" on facebook, and I have let many opportunities for true friendships pass me by because it was much easier with this one-sided relationship.
Why do I need to grab a cup of coffee with you if I can just look at your posted pictures to see what you have been up to? This life is too short to "save time" with friendships, this is what I have learned in the past few months.
Rage, Rage, against the dying of the light-- what light? Mr. Thomas, what were you really talking about?
Surely you were not speaking of just the dying of this life? No, it must go deeper- it must mean something that will carry on past death. Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.
The dying of the Light we have been given. Will I continue to waste time while there is still light? There is still time to learn, grow, and experience life. I'm not interested in experiencing life for what it can afford for me, no, I'm interested in experiencing life with my Savior, and learning to live with these wonderful people that have been placed in this small section of the swirling blue marble with me.
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Rage, Rage, Against the dying of the light
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"For he who loved himself became great in himself, and he who loved others became great through his devotion, but he who loved God became greater than all. They shall all be remembered, but everyone became great in proportion to his expectancy." -S. Kierkegaard
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