It's really quite interesting that I've just discovered I'm the only person who believes in me.
But it's fine, really. You can keep pushing me down, and when I climb my way back up, it's going to feel even better. It's just funny though, that the people whom I assumed were my biggest advocates, have actually been doubting me all along. Apparently the quality of being two-faced is inherent in humans.
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 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 and comes short again and again;
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 timid souls
who know neither victory or defeat.
-Theodore Roosevelt
I am a strong proponent of destiny.
I just have no idea what it has in store for me.
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