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Spawn of Griffith | Thirty Six

Thirty Six

Monday April 17, 2006 | by Hugh Griffith | 0 comments

Yesterday was my birthday. To me it’s just another day but I couldn’t help but spend some time thinking about my past.

I know a lot of people freak out when they get older. I attribute this to the fact that these people have wasted their lives (or at the very least haven’t lived them to their fullest potential). Looking back they see the time they’ve wasted and can never have again.

Personally I don’t regret a single moment of my life, and I would never change a minute of it. At this moment I have been blessed beyond my wildest imaginings. I have a beautiful wife who loves me unconditionally, a beautiful baby boy who brings new purpose to my life, the best families (in-laws included) and friends any man could ask for, good health, a beautiful home in the country with horses, and a great job working with some of my best friends.

Though I attribute a great deal of my success (I hate using that word for some reason though I can’t think of another) to God looking out for me, I also know I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t taken some major risks in my life, particularly in the last 7 years. I wanted more for myself and I refused to believe I couldn’t have it. I suffered some failures along the way, but I always believed there was something better waiting for me at the end of those trials. Naturally the support of my wife, family, and friends was crucial. Each of you inspired or motivated me along the way.

Please don’t think I’m trying to brag here. I’m writing to tell you that you should never be afraid to pursue your dreams or take risks to make them come true. After all, if you never try for them how will you ever achieve them?

Here’s a quote from Theodore Roosevelt I’ve always found inspirational:

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, 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 the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy course; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, 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 or defeat.”