The Day I Almost Gave Up

 


It wasn't the loud storms that almost broke me — it was the silence. The kind that creeps in after you've tried everything, and nothing moves. No applause. No reply. Just the echo of your effort bouncing back with a shrug.

That day, quitting looked easier than continuing.

It wasn't a big dramatic moment. No tears. No shouting. Just a slow, heavy sigh and the whisper: "Maybe it's not meant for me."

I stared at the screen, or maybe the wall. I can't remember. What I do remember is how small I felt — like everything I'd been building was just dust waiting for the wind to scatter.

But then something happened. Not a miracle. Just a flash — a voice in my mind that said:

> "But what if tomorrow is the day it clicks?"


That one thought stopped me.

Because what if?

What if one more try was all it needed? What if I quit right before the breakthrough?


So I got up.

Not with fire. Not with confidence. Just with a small, shaky step — enough to say, "I'm not done yet."

And that was enough.

Reflection:

> Some victories start with the decision not to quit — not because it's easy, but because you're not ready to let the story end yet.

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