I came across the video above while reading the illustrated version by Zen Pencils, and thought a lot about the importance of taking steps that matter. Courageous steps, are often really difficult to take, but are also the ones that take us the farthest. Crazy, right?
While we do usually post up videos here on SN7, I’d like to think that the enveloping theme consists of media that matters. With this in mind, I decided to take a different approach to today’s post.
I came across this story today while on a treadmill in New Jersey, watching a news broadcast about a story in Australia. During today’s morning commute on the other side of the world in Perth, a commuter got his foot stuck in the gap that lies between the train and the platform. Naturally, people started to gather and watch as workers tried to pull his foot out, with no luck.
What amazed me was their response. Not one or two, but what looks like almost 100 people jumped to action and were able to push a 70,000 subway car to free the man’s foot. In the middle of everybody’s busy morning commute, there was still time to come together as a community for a single purpose.
Humans sure are a remarkable bunch.
Nick Crocker went ahead and wrote one of the best articles I’ve read recently on life lessons. I’m not usually a big fan of these “lists”, but these are genuinely good points of advice. We here at Silo Number Seven are all about media that matters, and this one is definitely one that has been archived for later reference.
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.