“Don’t go quietly into the night.”
I’ve been hearing this phrase lately, a persistent spark at the back of my skull. Not a voice, not a command — just a constant pull. A reminder to keep pushing, keep fighting, and to flash as brightly as possible in a world that wants me to fade into the mundane. To become another statistic of our world.
Living Loud in a World That Wants Silence
I can’t control how my story ends. But I can control how I live the chapters I still have. I can choose to exist boldly, irritate the people around me simply by refusing to shrink into someone else’s version of “acceptable.” And I can’t do that if my life suddenly ends, right?
I choose to fight — literally, figuratively, however way I can, every way I can. And maybe someone would have to stop me while I blast Indila’s Parle à ta tête in my earbuds.
Why “Parle à ta tête” Hits Deep
I’m not blasting it because it’s angry. It’s reflective. Honest. Funny in parts, deeply emotional in others. Indila dares to want something, to reach for life as brightly as she can — not fade away like so many people’s whose flame dies unnoticed.
And that hits me hard. That’s the kind of fire I want.
Real.
Silly.
But, ultimately, mine.
Refusing the Mundane Exit
I don’t know how long I have. But I refuse to let my exit be ordinary.
- Not through drinking
- Not through drugs
- Not by letting life’s endless lines of trouble dictate the terms, even though these feel insurmountable at times
I want to live on the edges, yes, but define my path myself.
Leaving Proof Behind
Even if I go out tomorrow, even if life finally throws its last strike and I miss, I will have left behind proof:
That I lived as brightly as I possibly could with the time and resources I had.
That I refused to fade quietly.
That I raged. That I shone.
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Reflect Here
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Keep raging. Keep experimenting. Keep building. Keep shining.
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