I bet that no one relishes the idea of giving up. You won't see a man or woman proud about the fact that he or she gave up on something, especially not when it would of benefit to their future and well-being. It's never a nice ordeal about giving up something. For what it's worth, there was a reason a person embarks on an ordeal, and giving up means relinquishing that initial desire.
The opportunity to give up will always be presented in situations and circumstances. However, with the right attitude and character of tenacity and resilience, coupled with other external and internal factors, one could find the needed motivation to prevail and stand tall. Yes, it's easier said than done right? It's nonetheless the same in this case.
To speak factually and honestly, the nature of education in my part of the world could crumble a student. No matter who you think you are, or what you think you know, the system seems to be there to prove you otherwise. The only way out would seem to be that you didn't go through the rigour. If not, you're bound to feel the pressure at some point. Perhaps, the education process as a whole counts for that.
There were moments in school that had me questioning if this journey was worth the trouble. Not many times, but some distinct times that were critical and vital. I wasn't really thinking of giving up though, but talk of those moments you wished to rest but have one academic work or another to complete, the frustrating lectures and lecturers, the things to buy for one project or another, and a whole lot of others.
We had several presentations in school. A presentation could require a lot; from finance to one's effort, energy, and emotions on the other end. It hardly ends up simple and less, always something that could get one worked up. Amidst it all, we learned to push on and keep moving. The possibility of that, and not giving up is owed to a lot more beyond me.
I could say that the reason I didn't find myself giving up was because of the help of God. And this was reinforced by my fellowship in school. Honestly, there were times that it was in such an assembly or company that I found rest and peace, and when I moved out, there was strength and encouragement to push on. For me, that meant a lot.
Furthermore, when the slightest idea of giving up tries to set in, a thought pulls me through. That is the reassurance in the fact that if someone did it, I should be able to. In the same vein, I wondered what it would seem like to fail all who have high hopes and believe in me. I knew there were expectations and prayers for me to succeed, so why give up? Wouldn't it be better to try and keep going than give up? What would my story be for giving up?
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It's in thoughts like this and the trust in God's help that I find strength to continue. It'll be unfair not to mention how friends have been a great support. There were times the help of friends chipped in was all that I needed to move on with tasks, which resulted in my success one way or another. Giving up should not be an option. It's better to keep on trying－and maybe fail even－than to throw in the towel.
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