Quitting is an art.
You have to know when, how, and do it just so.
I never learned.
I thought persistence was the prize.
“You just don’t walk away.”
It’s hard? Suck it up; it will get easier.
Still hard? You’re not trying enough.

Years go by, spent on something I hated.
Where did this come from—this unrelenting, masochistic trip
to make things harder for myself?
This distrust of what came easily, what I actually enjoyed?