“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.”
-Dylan Thomas 1914-1953
Darkness Looms
Darkness rears its wretched face hauntingly at the edge of the border fires. Creeping closer, constricting those held within the warmth. The cold barren night comes without mercy, consuming as it metastasizes like a cancer to everything within its icy grasp.
Im talking about the Men who have lost their fire, their essence. Slowly the world has sucked away the oxygen, the purpose, the fuel that feeds the fire within a Man’s soul, all in the name of acceptance and equality. Man’s conquering spirit has waned under the relentless onslought of shame and indifference leaving only the embers of a once great empire of soul.
Men today lie wasting away, becoming soft, effeminate, and undriven. They hold themselves to no standard while living vicariously through their past achievements or those of others while their family’s pay the price. They become the broken products of the Men they looked to to guide and lead them. They are drowning, looking upward for a light to swim to. Wondering what happened to the Men.
Rage
The embers, now ashen and dimmed are not lost. They still hold within them the potential for a raging fire that will light the world. Men must, and I say MUST stir the coals and reignite that flame.
But how?
The only way to answer the “how” is to figure out the why. Men must have a mission to fulfill. A purpose to the fight. They must find the reason within them to get angry with the status quo. Something that is going to drive them to endure the struggle that is surely to come.
A reason to rage.
No. Im not talking about losing control amd becoming a destroyer. Im telling you to use the essence still deep within you to rise up, to rage against the slow death that has been consuming you.
Your wife, your sons, your daughters all look to you to be dependable. To rely on. You are their protector. You are their provider. You are their leader. LEAD THEM. Stop giving way to comfort and fear. Use the fear of letting them down when it matters most to fuel the rage against that old version of you. Lift the weight. Choose the hard right over the easy wrong. Stop sucking down junk food and indulging in pornography. Act like a Man. Act like THE MAN you were born to be.
Society is going to tell you that strong, good, Men have no place in the world today. Thst we have become a world of equality and fairness and peace. Tell me then, who is it that makes the peace? It is MEN. Men who stand when the world demand that they kneel. Men who will rage righteously against the onslaught of darkness and burn it with a brilliant light.
You can be that Man. Your family wants you to be that Man. The world needs you to be that Man. But most of all, you were meant to be that Man. So I demand that you now, at this moment, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.