"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 who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the 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 course; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at 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 or defeat."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THEODORE ROOSEVELT (Paris Sorbonne,1910) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Yet..

Yet another week has passed..time really is crawling..but at e same time..it is flying..



Things are moving..and yet...things seem to be e same...



What do one do, when everything ard him is but an illusion..when he is one up against the world?What do one do, when he falls time and again, find renewed strenght time and again?But all the answer he ever gets, is uncertainty..and YET..he does not falter...and YET..he carries on..hoping that one day, this uncertainty turns to certainty..to a time beyond oblivion...to a time that belongs to him..



How long more can he keep up?How long more can he press on?How long more before he sits down and says, 'hey..tt's enough..'?



He juz hasn't given up..
Is it a matter of not giving up?IS it a matter of fighting for what he really believes in?



Or is it a matter of "yet"?

By ben -There, and back again 5:48 PM

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