I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, you're doing something.
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
Courage is fear that has said its prayers and decided to go forward anyway.