Sometimes this is the right thing to do- especially if the task/ situation is proving hazardous to your health but occasionally quitting is the worst thing that we can do.
A few years ago, someone shared a poem with me that I want to share with you now.
Fate handed the quitter a bump, and he dropped;
The road seemed to rough to go, so he stopped.
He thought of his hurt, and there came to his mind
The easier path he was leaving behind.
"Oh, it's all much too hard," said the quitter right then;
"I'll stop where I am and not try again."
He sat by the road and he made up his tale
To tell when men asked why he happened to fail.
A thousand excuses flew up to his tongue,
And these on the thread of his story he strung,
But the truth of the matter he didn't admit;
He never once said, "I was afraid and quit."
Whenever the quitter sits down by the road
And drops from the struggle to lighten his load,
He can always recall to his own peace of mind
A string of excuses for falling behind;
But somehow or other he can't think of one
Good reason for battling and going right on.
Oh, when the bump comes and fate hands you a jar,
Don't baby yourself, boy wherever you are;
Don't pity yourself and talk over your woes;
Don't think up excuses for dodging the blows.
But stick to the battle and see things through.
And don't be a quitter, whatever you do.
I know it isn't always easy to carry on. I know that it isn't always possible to keep your head held high and smiling through the struggle. Yet if you want something, and I mean really really want something, sometimes you have to just fight for it and not give up.
At the end of the day no one can do this or you but you.