Give Up

I hate this word – give up. It’s like I’m a looser.

But then, wait

Me- contemplating the word give up again.

It can be deeper than that.

It means letting go. Surrender to the unknown. Being powerless.

So, if I give up everything I have now, would I be happy?

I don’t know.

But the smell of giving up is too close.

If I give up, am I a looser or am I open up to the possibilities?

The attachment makes it harder to let it go and it’s eating me up every single day.

I need a REASON. The one REASON to give up and the one REASON to start over again.

Or am I finding excuses to justify?

Time is running.

End.

excerpt from ‘the curious case of benjamin button’:

“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. “

Should i? before its too late