“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Dylan Thomas wrote this famous line about his father’s last living moments in the poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.” Although Thomas’s poem is really about death, it speaks volumes about life as well.

The fact that I find much to complain about in the world doesn’t bother me. Instead, I see it as a boon to my spirit. You see, if I were numb, if I were a wallflower silently watching the world drift past me, if I were generally disinterested…I wouldn’t really be alive.

When we yell at the football game on television, curse loudly in our cars during rush hour, or turn the volume up when we hear our favorite song, we’re feeling it—life in full force. Feelings, raging like illegal chemicals through our veins, compel us to defend ourselves and our preferences, defend others, or defend a cause we believe in intensely.

Whether that cause is the call for environmental protection or the call for year-round Girl Scout cookie sales, we need to voice our opinions to others because we’ve been given the ability to do so. No issue is too enormous or too trivial. We each have a voice, and we need to use it to vent our stress, express our joy, confess our love, and appreciate our being.

While Thomas wrote of living the very act of death, perhaps we need to live the very act of life while we can. We can do this by raging against our fears and dislikes and by fighting for what we value and cherish, no matter what these things are. Shout it off the top of a mountain (if you’re fortunate enough to be located near one)...Go ahead. You’ve got plenty to say but only a finite amount of time in which to do it.