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Daring Greatly

 



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.


by Theodore Roosevelt

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Dare To Be

When a new day begins, Dare to smile gratefully. When there is darkness, Dare to be the first to shine a light. When there is injustice, Dare to be the first to condemn it. When something seems difficult, Dare to do it anyway. When life seems to beat you down, Dare to fight back. When there seems to be no hope, Dare to find some. When you're feeling tired, Dare to keep going. When times are tough, Dare to be tougher. When love hurts you, Dare to love again. When someone is hurting, Dare to help them heal. When another is lost, Dare to help them find the way. When a friend falls, Dare to be the first to extend a hand. When you cross paths with another, Dare to make them smile. When you feel great, Dare to help someone else feel great too. When the day has ended, Dare to feel as you've done your best. Dare to be the best you can - At all times, dare to be! Poem By Steve Maraboli