Is a wonderfully unnecessary kindness.
Earns a rest.
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.
Remember that each time you pick up your phone.
Falling through space
Did I only begin falling
when I left the earth’s atmosphere?
Or have I always been falling
Through a chasm of the universe
Expecting to crash into something solid?
I know the crash will come
But not today.
I fall further
Through an invisible floor
Which neither hurts nor heals.
I know the crash will come.
The tinny sound of my breath
Bounces off the inside
Of my helmet.
I am alive.
You wish you could be.
To appreciate what you have.
Don’t throw it away so easily.
Of nature. It’s quietly going about its business, day after day. Show respect for it.
Into small pieces.
When a task becomes easier.
Pay attention when you need it.
Day after day.
It sometimes feels like an impossible task. Yet even in the darkest moments, there are opportunities for gratitude.
For your imagination. Embrace the child within.
All you can do is the work, to the best of your ability.
With a gift. Do it more often.