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when you cant do something any more, you quit doing it. when you are too dragged by something you are currently doing, quit it. if you're not enjoying what you are doing now, then quit it. there is nothing wrong with stopping what you dont like doing, because basically you have a choice - and you always do no matter what anybody else tells you.

so say you want to do something, you do it right? but then after some time, and you realize that you're not really happy doing it, then it's just appropriate that you quit doing it. it's important that we learn how to say no every now and then to go on with life doing what you really want to do. life is really all about choices, whether we like it or not.

when you get too much of something, it's never good to get more of it. if you're stressed in a certain doing, then doing it more would only bring more stress - so do yourself a favor and quit it.

quitting is never cowardly - its actually more brave if you admit that you can't do it any more, especially if you know you really tried your best in doing it. but keep in mind that you must not always use the backdoor and the quick way out, because it brings more complications if you always do.

so if you cant do it any more - stop it. but if you can take more of it, then go ahead and enjoy yourself.

till next time! =)

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