I read this somewhere, and it got me thinking about what I want to be when I give up. Or what it means to give up? Does it mean that I failed, or is it about recognizing what is no longer serving me? I sat with these mixed feelings. I imagine a place where there’s no more struggle or stress. Maybe it’s not about being something specific, but more about finding rest. A balance between effort and ease, and understanding that it’s okay to stop pushing myself to the brink.
I want to be someone who can accept that it’s okay to stop trying so hard all the time. Maybe I’d be a person who enjoys simple things, like watching the sunset or reading a good book without feeling guilty about all the things I haven’t done. I’d take long walks in nature, listen to the birds, and breathe in the fresh air without worrying about the next task on my list. This vision of giving up isn't about surrendering to failure but embracing a gentler way of being. It’s about recognizing the importance of self-care and the need to step back from the relentless pace of modern life.
When I give up, I want to be someone who is kinder to myself. I’d let go of the constant pressure to be perfect or to meet everyone’s expectations. I’d spend more time with people I love, doing things that make me happy. Maybe it’s cooking a meal together, laughing over silly jokes, or just sitting quietly with someone I care about. It’s about cherishing those small, intimate moments that often get lost in the hustle and bustle. I’d give myself permission to enjoy life’s simple pleasures without the nagging feeling that I should be doing something more productive.
I want to be someone who feels content with where I am and what I have. Instead of always reaching for something more, I’d find joy in the present moment. I’d be grateful for the little things, a warm cup of tea, a good night’s sleep, the sound of rain on the roof. I’d stop comparing myself to others and start appreciating my own journey. This shift in perspective would allow me to see the beauty in the everyday and to find fulfilment in the here and now. It’s about cultivating a mindset of gratitude and contentment, recognizing that happiness isn’t always about achieving more but appreciating what we already have.
I guess giving up for me would look like creating a life that feels sustainable and nourishing, rather than exhausting and overwhelming. I’d embrace a slower pace, one that allows me to fully engage with the world around me and to connect more deeply with myself and others. This way of being would be filled with acceptance, of my own limitations, of my life’s imperfections, and of the inevitable ups and downs that come with being human.
When I see myself giving up, I see someone who begins to value rest as much as action, and who understands that my inner growth isn’t measured by constant striving but by the ability to be in the present moment.
Thus, when I give up I would let go of the endless quest for whether am I growing, whether am I doing enough, is there something more I need to push out of myself. Rather, I’d sit in the chaos of my thoughts and feelings, letting them sink in within me.
Writing this makes me wonder, am I anywhere near giving up?
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