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, and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; But who does actually strive to do the deeds; Who knows the 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 worse, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. —Theodore Roosevelt
This is one thing I know I am passionate about. The fight. The failing. The winning. The blood, sweat, and tears. So cliche but so true. Lacrosse is such a huge part of my life that if all else fails well at least I know I can look back at my life and know that I had something. Something that made me so happy because it wasn’t easy and I worked hard to be the best that I could be.
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
its summer time and that means all the time in the world to do what i want.
to be passionate.
this summer has so much potential. potential to be good or potential to be freakin dramatic (my best friends middle name i do believe).
we’ve made plans. go to austin for the weekend, the beach, san marcos, the river, camping. hopefully it will all follow through as this may be my last summer in texas.
passionate living here i come.
mm favorite quotes.
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built
For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness.
sometimes i think i get so caught up in other peoples feelings i forget about my own. and then after over a year of constant worrying about other people and trying to fix other people i just broke down. i haven’t had a breakdown like this in sooo long.
and i realized that sometimes for my own mental and emotional health i need to stop worrying sooo much about everyone else. when you live with a moody person 24/7 it effects you when you expend all your energy trying to fix them. By forgeting about myself i feel like i’ve lost passion. I’ve lost my constant happiness and passion for living life to the fullest.
everyone has two choices. either spend your life upset and depressed or choose to look at things optimistically and be happy. i choose the latter.
i will not let people who are moody and pissy all the time bring me down. I will not let them effect my zest for life.
hmm this going along a lot faster than I expected.
I wrote to papa coach this long email about lacrosse and how I was truely happy and content and how in the end when I’m a senior I can look back at my freshmen year and have the largest feeling of satisfaction. Satisfaction because I will see how hard I had to work and how far I’ve gotten.
Realizing that. Realizing that even though I’m not starting and playing like I did in highschool but still love lacrosse so much and that I want to work hard and sacrifice to get back to that spot makes me feel such at peace with myself. I no longer doubt myself.
I love lacrosse, I loooove my school and my friends and family and my team. This whole loving everything theme I got going on is really working for me :)
I feel like I’ve been losing passion for things when I came to college. In highschool I loved lacrosse and dreamed about getting better. Mind you I still want to be a better lax player and I still love it but sometimes I find myself more concerned with whats going on over the weekend and if I’m going to be able to go out and party. Since I know our defensive starters will be our starters for the rest of the year I feel like I’ve kind of given up on my playing at 110% everyday because I know it won’t make a difference. However, it will. For next year. I want to be passionate about lacrosse again and make sacrifices for it. I want to be passionate about my school work. I want to be passionate about making true relationships with people and not fake-we’re just best friends when we drink relationships. I want to be passionate about life.