Sunday Scribblings - Quitting


"Quitter!"

"Who's a quitter?"

"You are."

"Just because I don't want to do something anymore doesn't mean I'm a quitter."

I don't quit. I give up. Sometimes that's what you have to do.

There are times in life when what you are pursuing just isn't worth the time, aggravation and effort anymore - perhaps the pursuit was the real endgame; when you've given it your all and there's no more to give, short of your life or your soul; when it's time to wave the white flag; when it's time to graciously step away and say, "Sorry folks, but I'm done". It's not a bad thing.

This is another one of those things I wish I'd known when I was younger, but then again, maybe it's something everyone needs to learn on their own.


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Comments

Anonymous said…
What's more, they have to learn it again and again.
May 25, 2008 1:19 pm
Anonymous said…
Oh so true!
May 25, 2008 6:37 pm
Anonymous said…
Totally agree!
There were many things in my twenties that I should have gracefully quit and didn't...
May 26, 2008 7:46 am
Anonymous said…
You're absolutely right, and yes, maybe it's only as we grow and learn that we are able to tell the difference between dedication and stubborness. ;)

So long as you learn something from the experience, you've still made progress. ;)
May 26, 2008 3:45 pm
Anonymous said…
Sometimes we quit because we are fresh out of energy for th task. Now that I've passed sixty, I understand that. And since I've grown older I've learned that "because I can" is a damned good reason sometimes.
May 28, 2008 4:04 pm
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