“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, The Man in the Arena
I don't know where you are right now and that disturbs me. Usually you're always around, or on adventure trips or in that boy's room... But now? Also again, I'm really sorry you had to weak up, hearing awkward conversations about anatomical experiments.
I’m sitting in HR classroom and there’s a boy I don’t know here. There are too many posters. The clock just fell. My tummy aches. Here’s a two second commentary of my Thursday. Adventures adventures adventures. I know you’re not very happy, but isn’t it so beautiful here (with all the people and the distractions removed)? I love you.
So we saw a woman giving birth today. It was horrible! Plus the baby was purple and bloody once it came out of the vagina! I am glad you weren't there. Plus, the doll was... Well I will need about 5 minutes to stop laughing at it before talking. It was staring at Prince and I during the block, with the "Say What?" hand-sign-thing.
You know you need to reconsider your life decisions when your best friends update you on their biology lectures.
“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.”—(via soul-surfer)