I thought it was a great idea to quit. While everyone believed quitting was for losers. I believed quitting for the greater good wasnt cowardice. It was strength. To push away everything and everyone you loved. To focus on something that you didnt even have passion for. To sacrifice, in order to live. Live peacefully.
You reap what you sow. I have sowed while sacrificing everything I ever dreamt of. When I reap. I will reap with blessing. I will reap everything I gave up. Quitting isnt the end. Its only the beginning.
I sat there holding her hand for what felt like hours. She was crying and I was controlling myself from not. Not just the tears but the pain I was going through. Her pain could not be matched with mine. My mother who always reminded me of happiness was crying. And here I was, just holding her hand because I could not do anything to ease it.
If I could, I would have exchanged the pain and gone through it for her. This pain Im going through right now watching my mom crying, is far far worse than hers. Im going through torment and Im on the edge of a cliff.