I’ve been raised not to quit. Mom always said: “Once you make a commitment you can’t quit. You don’t ever have to do it again, but you will finish out your obligation.” That attitude is good for you growing up. It forces you to fight through the things that are momentarily less than enthralling. It teaches you a sense of perseverance. And most importantly it gives you an excuse to exercise your self-motivation and self-discipline without leaving it up to young willpower.
I appreciate having learned to persevere. I can’t quit to this day. I don’t know how. It pains me to even think about quitting, even when it is by far the easiest thing to do.
But there is another kind of quitting. A healthy kind of quitting. The kind of quitting that kicks bad habits. Throwing away the cigarettes for good. Quitting consumption of alcohol for alcoholics. We all know that these types of decisions are imperative in the same way as not quitting a team after a hard practice as a 12 years old.
But is there a third type of quitting? Is there a type of quitting that fuels your soul and digs you out of a pit? Is there a land between the obvious and the obvious of Mom’s world and smoker’s world? One where perseverance is the prerequisite for quitting to ultimately prevail? I believe there is. There is a line across which perseverance becomes stupidity. Persistence stifles ability. Willful ignorance neglects the truth.
The question is: in which of the three realms are you currently?