Sunday, February 15, 2009

A word or few on failure...

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man ... whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows 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 know neither victory nor defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt.

I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. - Thomas Edison

I am not claiming that my efforts have been complete, thorough or even just... but I am very much aware that if I don't continue to try, I will obsess over my failures until I am a useless sack of gristle.

To look at life with an objective eye would cripple most people so we stumble on - blinkered and mildly maimed - with the hope that we are not deluded, but rather merely invisible to those whose gaze we desire.

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