- “It’ll never work.”
- “What is he even thinking?”
- “Why does she bother?”
I don’t mind criticism. When it comes from those with personal experience and noble intentions, it can reveal the path from mediocrity toward greatness.
But I can’t fathom the “criticism” industry. But I’ve never understood why we allow those who don’t create to criticize those who do. I’m baffled that we pay those who don’t sweat and strive to criticize those in the game?
Should someone who has never had the guts to stand alone on stage get paid to criticize those who bravely face the audience? Should someone who’s never played or coached a sport get paid to criticize those sweating and striving before their eyes?
I think Teddy Roosevelt said it best:
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 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 neither know victory nor defeat.
Do you have sideline critics in your life? Are there people reviewing the movie of your life and telling others it’s not worth the price of admission? Are there armchair quarterbacks questioning your play-calling decisions? I’m here to tell you, they don’t matter.
They have a right to speak, but you have no obligation to listen.