Week 2 complete! My mind is spinning with arrays, integers, booleans, classes, UIViewControllers, entities and attributes- code doth speaketh to me in my dreams. My sentiment is a peculiar mix of pleasantry to be embarking on something new... fresh, cool, interesting... along with dread- the dread of ‘what in the hell have I gotten myself into!??”
However, I have been here before. Nothing rarely comes easy that is ever really of great value to us. Time will tell if I was ever truly up to the challenge to begin with. My thoughts lean towards a poem I’ve recently found very inspiring, from a movie that instantly became one of my new favorites, Interstellar, starring Matthew McConaughey. For me to reach my goals... there will be no room for me to proceed gently.
“Do not go gentle into that good night” -
(By Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953)
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.
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