What Really Matters

I cam across this quote by President Theodore Roosevelt while reading Wild At Heart by John Eldredge:
It is not the 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 in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood...
This really shows me that no one can live above criticsm. There will always be those who will look down their nose at others. But it is not their opinion that matters. Only two individuals' opnions matter when all is said and done. The striver needs to know he did his best. He needs to be proud of what he has done. And secondly, it matters at the final day, when that man hears from Almighty God, either, "well done, my good and faithful servant" or "depart from me, for I never knew you." What really matters is what your opinion of yourself is, and what God's opinion of you is. And, honestly, if your opinion and God's opinion don't match up, guess who might be right...