A couple of weeks ago, I called Shawn Sabau. Shawn is my financial planner. When I call him, it is hardly ever about the few dollars I can invest. However, when I have a vexing question, I can count on Shawn to assist me, which he has done many times over the years.
My call this time had to do with getting all my ducks lined up. Things in my life will soon radically change in an extremely positive way. I look forward to that opportunity; nonetheless, I needed to organize my life. As I mentioned an array of things that I had to do, Shawn listened, asked questions, and explored ways to address my concerns. Again, I thanked him as I have done so many times in the past.
After the call, I went back to my computer. However, something happened. I had a strange sensation or feeling. It related to my living a life well lived. It paralleled the realization that I experienced after doing the dance with death. Both events were transformative by reenergizing me. Dylan Thomas poetically expressed my feeling in Do Not So Gentle into that Good Night. This is the first stanza of his poem and sums up my Weltanschauung about living a life well lived.
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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 |
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