Before calling it ‘I QUIT !!’

Don't ever quit in life.Life is like a graph with one frequency wave dancing up and down, now and then, more or less like a sine curve. At some points, life touches its peaks, and on the other ones, it takes us as much below that zero point. It becomes tough and overwhelmingly hard. We all, at some point of time in our lives, contemplate quitting. Nothing can feel so bad as a broken heart and a sad soul. But whatever we have gotten ourselves into, there’s surely a way out of it that doesn’t require quitting life. We may reach the end of our life completely worn out, broken and may be even devastated in all ways, but considering it from a spiritual perspective, it is better to stay in this world with those broken pieces and re-working on them than calling it ‘I QUIT’. Because if we quit today, we will leave behind some unlearned lessons which we anyways will have to go through in next births in much harder ways.

Try visualizing it all like a set of scenes in God’s theatre production. The Almighty would have done a lot of behind the scenes exertion before deciding our role in the play. Other people may have wanted our role, but we got it. Or we might have wished for what they got. But for now, we have been put on the floors to ‘ACT’.

And we start and we are doing our part just fine, or may with few mistakes here and there. And then gradually, the play starts getting tougher and tougher. It gets harder and harder to perform. For some of us, we start hating the lines which we get. For the others, the audience starts heckling us. Or may be our role starts getting so vigorous and we find ourselves in each scene and are not able to catch up with our breath Or may be we are in no good scenes and we start feeling ignored, of least use and like no one cares for us. May be that we don’t like our fellow actors, or the script all together, or may be this, or may be that becomes the reason that we no longer wish to play any role and just quit.

If we will quit without any notice, we will create a lot of gaps. The role, we were meant to play, becomes a cavity in the play. The other actors work around our part to the extent possible. If there was a love scene coming up, the other actor now will have no one to perform it with. Scenes will be re-written, script and lines will be re-worked. The already scheduled shows will be cancelled or rescheduled. We will leave behind so much chaos before us for others to handle. To the extent that we may leave behind that same feeling and reasons to quit this play for others too. And you know what, we will be responsible for it.

So, before quitting, give it a try one more time …..

Do not quit the play all together. Ask for genuine help. And ask it from someone who unconditionally wishes that you should be part of the play. If we don’t get that help, if we don’t get that shoulder to cry on, still we should not quit. May be we can take a leave, go on a vacation. May be we can get writers to give us fewer lines to work with, and more support with our role till our life gets better with time and comes back in its full swing. More than other people counting on us, it is our own higher self waiting for us to keep going on to complete our karmic circle by going through all the lessons meant for us. God has given us only as much as we can really handle, it’s only that sometimes it get hard to remember how strong we really are. Road of our life have many twists and turns and no two directions are going to be the same. Yesterday, if we managed to come out of some adversity, today has presented us with a very different one. We will have to get up again and realize our love for our life. Ever had it been that we know the real meaning of loving life until the hour of separation from it.

And lastly, one day our world would be what small things we would be leaving behind us.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 

William Shakespeare

May we all live in peace.



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