I have been living for some time now by the simple motto: "Don't Quit." I still hold to that mantra, but I read a great poem the other day by Edgar Albert Guest entitled "On Quitting." I hope you get as much from it as I have.
How much grit do you think
you’ve got?
Can you quit a thing that you
like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it’s an
easy word,
And where’er you go it is
often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or
guess
Just how much courage you now
possess?
You may stand to trouble and
keep your grin,
But have you tackled
self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands
to you
To quit the things that you
like to do,
And then, when tempted and
sorely swayed,
Those rigid orders have you
obeyed?
Don’t boast of your grit till
you’ve tried it out,
Nor prate to men of your
courage stout,
For it’s easy enough to retain
a grin
In the face of a fight there’s
a chance to win,
But the sort of grit that is
good to own
Is the stuff you need when
you’re all alone.
How much grit do you think
you’ve got?
Can you turn from joys that
you like a lot?
Have you ever tested yourself
to know
How far with yourself your
will can go?
If you want to know if you
have grit,
Just pick out a joy that you
like, and quit.
It’s bully sport and it’s open
fight;
It will keep you busy both day
and night;
For the toughest kind of a
game you’ll find
Is to make your body obey your
mind.
And you never will know what
is meant by grit
Unless there’s something
you’ve tried to quit.
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