And she died the day she gave up.
Little did she know that sometimes one does not hit success on the first strike.
Beyond that, many got it after the tenth strike.
All the glamour, all the glory, all possibilities, all achieveables,
All, I mean all, that could have quench the thirst of men,
Burried by that single act ; giving up.
Don't you know you shouldn't?
Why quit when it is possible?
Why deprive us of the best we are yet to see?
You shouldn't have done that.
You should have get tougher when it got tough.
Endure all the trial that success hold in it hands.
And come out glittering.
Then you would have not only lived but also live after.
Meditate and absorb this,
As for me I simply don't know how to give up.