It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man (woman) stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man (woman) who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself (herself) in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he (she) fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his (her) place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.---Theodore Roosevelt
The credit belongs to the man (woman) who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself (herself) in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he (she) fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his (her) place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.---Theodore Roosevelt
I feel better. Or maybe just OK.
SONG OF THE DAY: The Jealous Sound-The Fold Out
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