Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Participating in Life

I have been inundated with requests from various to join their groups, or lead out in others, from people in church and from school. I love to be involved. It makes me feel like I am part of something greater than myself, like I am making a difference.

What is the point of living if one does not make a difference and enjoy doing so?
I also have so many projects and interest of my own that I want to pursue. I need to be careful not to be so committed that in the end I actually don’t do anything at all and then I feel bad because I have let myself and others down.


I wish I could see all, the possible ramification, so that I can make wise decisions.

But even it turns out in retrospect that I could have made a “better” decision, I will still be happy with the fact that I participated in my life and the lives
of others instead of standing on the sidelines being scared of making mistakes.


The following quote gives me courage:
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 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 and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself for 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 he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.” —Teddy Roosevelt
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