Maybe we’ll falter. Or fail.
Maybe we’re not strong enough, or talented, nimble, young, adaptable, swift, skilled, creative, resilient or brave enough.
Maybe the road will be too treacherous, tripping us up with boulders and dragons.
Maybe our inner demons will be too monstrous, tripping us up with boulders and dragons.
Maybe the hordes of naysayers are right, sitting on the forever sidelines shaking “no” their heads full of fear.
And maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
But if we don’t try this–this move, this dance, this job, this moment, this adventure into the unknown–if we don’t stand as the heroes of our own journeys, we will never know. Our lives but slight specters of what could have been.
So, we’re taking a leap! And another and…..
Care to come along?
“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.”–Theodore Roosevelt
Photo credit, bottom: Rich Davis