"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done 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 and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Train of Thought

I love looking at pictures. I love seeing people smiling back. Most often they are some of the happiest moments of our lives. Some of the most memorable. Yet maybe without them we'd forget. Forget the details. Because there is always so much going on in life. So many things that it's hard to keep track. Even of the happy things. Because life is overwhelming. And the happy things pass so easily. And the hard things take over our thoughts. They take longer to sort out. They are the things we need to worry about. And somehow, worry takes precedence in our minds. Precedence over the happy things that drift lazily through our thoughts-when we know we should be focused on all those worries. It's a never-ending, depressing cycle. That we all go through. Maybe not all of us. And if not, I envy the people who don't experience it. Wouldn't that be the life?
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