As I sit still and think on things. I asked myself something. What do I stand for? What is the rock that I always hit at the bottom of my soul? What is the ledge that I always pull upon to get myself out of a hole? What belief makes me pick myself up off the floor when I fall? I think Dylan Thomas put it best in his poem
"Do not go gentle into that good night."
"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."
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