Your World Within Podcast by Eddie Pinero - WORK ON YOURSELF EVERY DAY | Powerful Motivational Speech

Episode Date: May 12, 2023

“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..." Teddy Roosevelt

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Probably an astute observation as most death is potential put to rest. Most stories were stories about what could have been. Perhaps simply because it's easier on the ego to talk about what life could have looked like if you cared enough to shape it than to have actually put skin in the game and fallen short. But there lies the misconception. To step into life's chaos with the hopes of taming it is one. why we're here. And yeah, obviously it hurts to fail.

It hurts to be vulnerable, to put yourself out there, especially when it seems as though all eyes are on you. But that hurt is a fraction of the hurt the road describes. Falling hurts, but it hurts less than wishing you had the current. courage to fall. Ridicule, it hurts. But it hurts less than being the one on the sidelines, pointing the finger and simultaneously longing for the courage to take action in their own life.

What keeps us from going? What keeps us from building? We know life is short. We know regret is the ultimate pain. ultimate pain. We know how much opportunity is out there, so why? Why would we not go? Why would we designate dreaming to sleep? In his famous man in the arena speech, Teddy Roosevelt said this, 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 enthusiasts, 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 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. No one who is content in their own life will go out of their way to bring you now. There was never a critic deeply immersed in their own journey who took the time to mock or scoff at the man in the arena. I think our fear is pointed in the wrong direction.

It shouldn't be concentrated on or focused on the opinions of those who have not yet themselves walked through those doors. No, the fear should be letting life go by without ourselves walking through. The fear should be contributing to Thoreau's statistic of quiet desperation. The one most men face. But you are not most men or most women.

Not because you were given some special power or status, but because you decided. You can choose not to be like most people. Basic math taking into account the number of people in the stands versus the number of people on the stage or court or in the arena. Well, it tells a tale of courage. Anyone can sit in the stands. Anyone can.

Anyone can from the nosebleeds decide whether to clap or point or boo or cheer. But who suits up and enters the, The game. Who looks at the finitude of life and says, this is my reason to start building, to put it all on the line? Because if I fail, it will mean I was one of the few who looked around and said, this isn't bigger than I am. This world is not predefined.

It's being built in real time by those willing to walk through the door. and step into the arena, not the critics, but the doers. And look, everyone has a thing, right? I don't know what that thing is for you, but you do. You probably think about it all the time. Dream about it every day. You probably know it's where your heart is pulling you. Do not let your life become a statistic.

Don't you dare go to that graveyard having been someone who held on tighter to excuses than to what mattered most in your life. So go. Step into the arena, and if they point, let them point. If they criticize, let them criticize. Your concern isn't with those wishing they had the courage to step through those doors themselves. It's not about them, it's about you. It's about understanding the beauty and the opportunity and the freedom contained in life for those who find the courage to reach out and take it.