Since I started writing poems last week, I started looking into them. What I found was this great poem, author unknow. How many times have you wanted to quit something, or maybe did you quit, because it wasn’t working out. I don’t like to quit. Ever. I guess it’s me, being a perfectionist that quiting feels like failing. That attitude helped me tremendous in life.
- I would not have ‘survived’ a depression had I quit.
- I would not have finished school, had I quit.
We make the decision on a daily basis to cary on. To go for it, again…. We make that decision much more often then we realise.
Read the poem, and share you thoughts in the comments.