Monday, March 20, 2006

Stand and swing

"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
Paris, France
April 23, 1910

As the battle of life rages around my heart, my soul, my mind. The simplicity of scripture and quotes by great men and woman stir my heart. They cause me to reach deep within and slowly drag my tired and wounded body to it's knees. From that position the soul must sing and desire standing more than it's next breath. Realizing that standing means nothing more than fighting again.

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