Failure Versus The Man In The Arena

I have always tried to volunteer time, money or sweat my entire life for the betterment of an organization or other that perhaps are either less fortunate or earlier in their timeline toward greatness. Volunteering your time is liberating and humbling, exhausting and fulfilling. Like the duality of man (Stevenson - It is human nature to be capable of good and evil deeds) you have to fight to find the balance between your needs and those of others without the fear of failing both parties.

Failure is something that I think about each and every day. Not in a way that paralyses me but in the sense that it fuels my desire to keep going. Will I endure the entire trail from Mexico to Canada? Will I make ends meet in my financial life? Will I have a successful relationship? Yes. YES I WILL because I will wake up every morning and keep fighting back evil; keep fighting back failure; keep fighting until I cant fight any more.

I know I am not the greatest man in the world; but I try. I hope those who see this out number the critics and if not? I'll just keep fighting.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Theodore Roosevelt - 1910

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