“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… I’m not done yet.
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If an action hurts, why would you continue to do it? Yet, sometimes, that’s how life is. Whatever the proverbial situation, sometimes we repeat the same things over and over again to the same effect. And we never. Understand. Why. For me, currently, it’s overwhelming. So overwhelming, in fact, that I am moved to inaction. I NEED TO ACT. LIKE I NEED CHINESE FOOD. AND A BOTTLE OF WINE. OR THREE. Today’s topic, according to Beattie, is that life is a gentle teacher. I disagree with the woman. Sometimes life is a drill sergeant. Sometimes life will bitchslap you in… I’m not done yet.