Sometimes, the weight of the moment becomes a strange, potent fuel. This morning, my thoughts were relentless, driven by the irrevocable choices I’ve made. During meditation, I felt the Prime Mover identity pulling me deeper into this journey—a path not meant for the faint-hearted. My mind was restless... noisy, UNTIL I heard it:
🥷"This is the arena…" - here, there’s no place for critics or bystanders—only those who dare.
I’m reminded of a passage Russell once shared by TR, one that speaks to our calling with every word.
📜"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." 📜
➡️ Are you already in the arena?