I sob for
something I think I
hate, but cry "no no no"
when asked if I
want to quit.
Because I just can't.
There is no
possible way
that I could quit.
I mean quit?
That's a big word.
Big idea.
And just when I
think that it's too
much for my little
brain to comprehend,
the idea doesn't
seem so bad all
of a sudden.
But the thought
of it still makes
me burst into tears.
Parting with something
that brought life to
my smile for so long,
but now it's just faded.
And sometimes,
I hate it.
I hate what its turned
into, the built up anger
that I think will be
relieved, but really it's
just released through
banging and screaming
every time I make a
mistake. I hate that
it causes me agony and fear,
agony for the present and
fear for the future, but I justify it
by saying that it's not all the time,
even though it really is. I hate that
the passion is gone, the flame quenched,
but I need it to hunger for more, I need
it to yearn for me
and my happiness that
has disappeared.
I hate that
I hate it,
and that no matter
how much I
hate it, I
won't quit. But
the decision will
haunt me from
the back of my brain
until I do quit, because
as terrifying as it
is, it's probably the
right thing.
Comments
I am the kind of person who will spend hours proving to myself that through utter determination I can perfect a thing. But sometimes I can't. I have never been a great singer, but I joined chorus in middle school and fell in love with singing. Last year some things happened and no matter what I did it just wan't fun anymore. Sometimes a thing is left empty. I realize this is not comforting. But in a way it was a relief to give up for me. I hope that your joy comes back, from quitting or success.
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