To quote the poet, Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage against the dying of the light.” I’ve been thinking about this line for the past few days, and it’s a very thought-provoking concept. Death is waiting for me. No matter how much I hate certain things about my life, one day I will cease to exist. It may be a year from now, five years from now, 15 or 20. It may be tomorrow! What do I do until that day? Rather than drift into each week on auto-pilot, I must make every moment count. Now, my goal is to earn my sleep at night by living the day with a fiery passion. So, if you’re like me and you’re in a place where it’s hard to breathe, let go. Just let go and feel the shackles of that place break right off of your ankles. Let’s make it a mission of ours to live to the fullest extent and die as happy people. Much love, everyone.