I wrote a “Motivator” very similar to this a little less than a year ago. But lately, the same quotes have been relentlessly flooding through my mind in the middle of the night, (I can’t imagine why. Or can I?) And all things considered, I couldn’t resist sending it again.

“But man, proud man,

Dress’d in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d-

His glassy essence-like an angry ape

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven

As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.”

– Measure for Measure


Look, making the angels weep is a ‘trick’ played by a lot of us. I guess we’re all guilty at one time or another of doing the”angry ape” thing. It’s easy to fall in love with the little bit we know, be oblivious to the huge amount we don’t know and harangue whomever will listen about what’s wrong, how bad it’s going to get and why we know ever so much better than all those fools out there what to do about it – (even ‘tho we can’t say exactly what that is…)

I mean, there’s no shortage of fantastic tricksters dressed in “a little brief authority” doing their thing. A year ago I’ll admit it sometimes cracked me up. But now it doesn’t seem so funny.

Of course, the “trick” is not to become one of them…

There are those people who point – and those people who act. Those people who berate and those people who inspire. Those who make waves and those who make a difference. Which – who – are we?

I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking…whatever happened to “the man in the arena”? You remember Teddy Roosevelt’s wonderful words…

“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 up short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings…who knows the great enthusiasms, great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows 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 knew neither victory nor defeat.”

So in the end, what does count? Being “right” about how “wrong” it is? Winning an Oscar for our brilliant portrayal of “the angry ape?” In the end, what in the world do we stand for? In the end, what do we care so much about that we would risk everything for? Even looking foolish? Even…”failing.”

It’s time to ask and answer those questions. Past time, actually.

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