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 valantly, who errs and comes short again and again; who knowns the great devotion who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the high achievements of triumph; and who at worst, if he fails daring greatly knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who known neither victory nor defeat. |
We confronted each other today and discussed a lot of issues...
we are officially kicking-in a relationship. HF is now my girlfriend and I'm her boyfriend. Today marks the first day.
The world is enormous;
My surroundings are amazing beyond descriptions;
My life occupies that little part of the enormity;
and for those of you who are unable to experience;
what my eyes sees, this is the place where I dump;
what my eyes explains to my brain.
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