Critics Criticize and Doers Do

Doers do, and critics criticize. It’s interesting that critics think their way is the only way to do something. Some of them really want to do that thing they’re criticizing, but they are so  busy criticizing that they fail leave the time to do that very thing.



Quote – Critics and Criticism

“The artist doesn’t have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don’t have the time to read reviews.”
– William Faulkner


Good day.  I felt poetic today instead of educational; although there may be some eduction the following poem. Enjoy.


You wake up in the morning getting ready to chase your goal,
but you have the energy of someone who has slept in a small hole.

You tell yourself it’s okay, and move forward with all your might,
full of intention,  a stern chin, and the will to fight.

You’ve heard the words: it’s okay to get knocked down,
but deep inside, you believe, winners have no place on the ground.

You don’t know what’s coming your way today, success, famine, or blight, but know this, God gave you the power of choice to make whatever happens to you all right.

-Jonathan Desaussure

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“Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.” Eckhart Tolle

I’ve lived long enough to know that life is a battleground. This battle ground called life is full-out constant war with many fronts: psychological, relational, health, financial, and spiritual. Sometimes I go to bed knowing which front to advance on the following day. Some days, I find myself throwing down on all fronts and I hadn’t planned to. No wonder on some days, by the day’s end, I feel stressed out and tired. Can you relate? Want to know what can help?


Empower Yourself and Choose a Positive Mental Disposition

“What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.” ― Plutarch

My wife and I were sitting in a subway restaurant eating lunch this past weekend.  The restaurant had those hard yellow bench seats that are connected to each other by the framework they shared.  My wife and I were facing sitting across from each other laughing and carrying on when we observed a family of three walk into the restaurant. They bumped into each other as they made their ways to the order counter.  Dad’s body indicated that he was slightly out of shape.  His flip-flops popped against the heels of his feet as he led his family in.  He seemed obsessively attached to his Smartphone.  Mom possessed an intellectual appearance.  Her hair was up in a twisted bun that appeared to have been blown out of shape by a hurricane.  They had a cute little girl with them.  She was wearing denim Capri’s, a yellow shirt with Love sewn on it in pink letters, and giant yellow shades.  I’ll call her Little Miss.  A minute later, I heard Little Miss throwing a temper tantrum.  I looked up and saw Mom pointing her index finger in the face of Little Miss.  I hoped that the family would sit on the other side of the restaurant because I wasn’t in the mood for all of that.  I watched them walk away from the counter with their food.  They turned away from us, and they were headed for the opposite side of the restaurant.  I smiled.  Suddenly they turned around and started walking toward us.  My smiled disappeared.  Another couple was sitting at the very end of the row we were sitting on, and there were about eleven empty booths between us and the other couple.  There were twenty empty booths left in the restaurant.  Guess where that sat?

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You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks. – Winston Churchill.

When I was a child, a friend of mine and I were sitting on the front steps of his house, talking about what would be the most awesome basketball game ever: the NY Knicks versus the Harlem Globetrotters. His conversation was distant and drawn out, almost as if he wasn’t paying me any attention. I let it slip, because if he was looking at the nice looking girls walking by like I was, it was okay. It’s what little guys that haven’t developed their rap yet do. Suddenly, I felt a sharp burning sensation on my hand. I yelled “ouch,” and looked down. There was a circle about the size of the tip of a pen smoldering. I looked at him. He was sitting there laughing at me and my pain, and, he was hiding something behind his back. I jumped up, tackled him, wrestled him onto his stomach, and pulled the object he was hiding from me out of his hands.