Rage, rage against the dying of the light

     A few years ago I came across Do not go gentle into that good night  for the first time while watching the movie Interstellar. Though I had an abstract idea of what this poem was talking about, the poem hadn't really touched me deep down in my heart. I could not even imagine myself in a rage. But now, listening to the Interstellar main theme music and rereading this poem, I have noticed a new kind of emotion awakening inside me.

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Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas

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.


     The poem urges readers to feel rage. But the feeling of "rage" had seemed to be so far away from who I am. I was always considered mild-tempered and gentle by others. I supposed that their descriptions of my "nice personality" was the way I was born, and the way I should be. I had felt proud of myself for not being mad at things so easily. Why should anger even exist in my life when I know it only brings destruction and chaos?
     Reading the poem above, I could feel a solemn, quiet, and heavy kind of rage growing inside me. Why hadn't I noticed that it had always existed in my mind? Do not go gentle into that good night, and the blooming flowers and singing songbirds faded away. Rage, rage against the dying of the light, and the warm breeze turned into an icy cold wind. The clouds covered up the bright daylight of my soul, and everything went pitch black. But I was standing alone in that dark with immense joy and freedom. The darkness is a state of hunger. That is where all the beautiful ideas of humanity come from.
     Rage is like fire. It can be used to burn things down and destroy them, but when it burns alone in the middle of the dark, it gives hope and inspiration. When I get mad at my laziness, and angry at the fact that I lack passion, I can gather up the courage to start things over again. Rage can be what inspires me to figure out the problems in my life and try to improve them.
     Every day I rage against the dying of the light. When the sun goes down the mountains and day turns into night, I think about what I could have done more today. Darkness falls in my mind, but it is what finally makes me eagerly look forward to the next day's sun.