Dear internet.

Some words of wis­dom to you and par­ti­cu­lar­ly me:

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.