Life oftentimes deals us blows and punches. What one battles with in these circumstances is whether to charge, to hit back or retreat. At the end of the day, it remains an individual’s call what to do. After all, who else lives with this choice.

Quitting has been associated with cowardice. We have been told ‘a failure is one who quits..’, we chant ‘no retreat, no surrender’ and so on. Quitting is associated with giving up the fight, with weakness.

Here is something to ponder on. Is fighting always worth it? What do I stand to gain from this fight? Who will be the biggest loser? Is this worth holding on to? I’m reminded of what my late brother used to say ‘ I win and I win again’.

I have come to the conclusion that sometimes quitting is a necessary evil. Sometimes it is a sign of strength; where one gathers ammunition and redirects it to something more worthwhile. It is wisdom at play.

Quitting can be that point where one discovers their sanity has no monetary value and hence it is not time to fight. It is that ‘aha’ moment, the realisation that life is full of possibilities; that contrary to popular belief, the routes to one’s destiny are innumerable. It is when one has discovered that life does not revolve around that one thing; that there is indeed plenty more to life. It is that lonely place where nobody else understands and yet one gains peace; priceless peace, where one regains self and purpose.

Sometimes quitting is a place of ‘ winning and winning again.’