Skip to main content

Giving Up


You should give up. Quit whatever you’re working on; whatever you’re trying to accomplish right now. Just throw in the towel. And why not? Is this pain really worth it? The blood, sweat, and tears? The effort that you’ve already spent trying to do this thing or get to wherever you’re going? Why not just give up? Your effort doesn’t guarantee success. In fact, in this competitive world made of winners and losers, chances are you’re going to be on the losing side of things.
And being a loser hurts and sucks not matter how many feel-good quotes you read from athletes and writers and philosophers. The only reason why you know these quotes, is because these people “made it.” And people who “make it” are fond of telling other people that they can “make it” too. Which is silly because they should know better: Not everyone is going to “make it.”
I know this all sounds cynical but life isn’t a bed of roses. Isn’t it just better to call it quits before things get too hard and your heart gets broken anyway? Have you seen what happens to people who don’t make it? They go into depression, and who knows how long that will last? Nobody wants to say it: Mediocrity isn’t that bad. And it’s not in fact better to have loved and lost, than to not to have loved at all. We need to stop believing all these silly clichés.
You should just give up now.
Unless of course you’re willing to pay the price of not giving up – more blood, more sweat, more tears. The reality is that you might fail, you might fail miserably with creased hands, a few more worry lines, and in the end, a broken spirit. That could happen. That is a possibility that you must be willing to accept in whatever you’re doing.
But what if you kept fighting? And what if all that fighting, and modifying your dreams, and going to bed late and waking up early, led to something? What if that something led to you catching a break? What if that break were people who believed in you and helped you along the way? What if this belief kept you going and eventually you went to that promised place – that promised place of success? What if, after everything, you finally won?
It would all have been worth it. And I’d bet you’d go through twice the pains to get to that place. But this place is every bit as real as it is imaginary. You think the glory is in this place but as those who did their very best and failed will tell you: The glory was always in the process; the outcome only makes it sweeter.
Failure is better than giving up; participation is better than spectating; scars are better than thin skin. Or whatever. You can give up and never know sweet success or the courage of a magnificent failure. You can give up and never know who you might have been.
I have personally only given up on one thing in my entire life and that is my first love. It was one of the easiest things to do. Which is all the more reason to never give up on anything ever again.
For the single reason that giving up is easy, is all you need to know that giving up is just plain wrong (depending on your atmosphere).
 Inspired from ThoughtCatalogue

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Life Of A Dropout: Day 7

Today was extremely, somewhat, probably good. I met a brother of mine, which we will be addressing today as "A". I chat with him frequently and I have asked him his view on what has been happening in my life and thankfully he had somewhat the same answer I thought he would give (I can't really say, I'm not in his head). He said "Me... I don't care whether you're schooling or selling fish or maybe stripping.... everybody's got his own life to live...."  and then he sent a really long message which, not that I wouldn't want to write, but, it's a pain. Oh what the heck. I can at least summarize it. He said he didn't care whether you gave him the "I don't care" attitude (which he was guilty of giving everyone) or what people thought about him neither does he have time to worry about someone else's problems when he's got his own life (and problems). That's basically the summary. I was vaguely happy to hear this...

The Life Of A Dropout: Day 2

What to talk about today. Ah. My school life. Fitting in wasn't easy for an 'introvert' like myself, and being that we were only allowed to dress corporate or go home. The school was downright screwed and whats more they believe that they can become one of the top ten (10) Universities in the World in 10 years. Anyhow that's their stupidity. A lot of things happened when I was there though. I resumed Gaming and Anime. I had this dude on my floor, Alex, he watched, and had, A LOT of anime. At the time I was only watching Naruto. And I had a really fat really strong roommate and his name was Daniel. He was the 'importer' (if you will) of our games. My laptop wasn't that bad so I managed to play games like Devil May Cry, Call Of Duty and FIFA 14. Not to impressive and not too disappointing. First semester was really fun and interesting all through but when second semester came it was the end game. A friend of mine got an MSI prestige, I was the primary user ...

The Life Of A Dopout: Day 6

Siblings, the weak point of any older brother and or sister. No matter how much they annoy you, betray you and whatever else they could do to you, you still forgive them. (although there are a few things that I personally cannot and or will not forgive, particularly, Betrayal). So today I will tell you about the reaction my siblings had and the way their current treatment towards me. I am the first of four (through my mother), after me comes H (a seventeen year old girl), followed by M (a soon to be ten year old boy) and then finally S (a five year old girl). I am Nineteen today (June 17). So, the reaction of of H, the eldest of my younger ones was quite annoying. She was the primary course of all the malice my Father showed towards me. ANY story she fabricated and told my dad, he would believe (without caring about what I had to say), which in turn made me more distant than I already was. And it still happens till date. Any who, she kept bearing about theush when I asked her some ...