It's not the critic who counts.

Not the man who points out how the strongman 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 errors, and who comes short again and

again, because there is no effort without error in shortcoming.

But who does actually strive to do the deeds, who knows the great enthusiasm, the great

devotions, who spends himself in a worthy case, 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 know neither victory,

nor defeat.

What is up gentlemen, thank you for tuning in to another episode of the UNP.

I really do appreciate you and today we are going to talk about all those haters that

are bringing you down.

Those guys in the cheap seats who are so insecure, who are so terrified that they actually need

to spend time to try to hate on you, to bring you down, to make you feel less, so they

can try to bring you down to where they are.

When you are in this game, when you are trying to become the unapologetic man that I know

you want to become, there are going to be haters.

There are going to be people biting at your feet like piranhas while you're waiting

upwards through that river of success, and it just comes with the territory brother.

The tallest poppy always gets cut, which means if you really want to put yourself out there,

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