I give you a story from Canadian First Nations storyteller, Albert Dumont.
A man was laying brick one day when he looked up into the sky to see a crow chasing a hawk.
The crow was cawing and trying to peck at the hawk’s tail feathers. The hawk was tormenting the crow, allowing him to get just oh so close and then with a great swoop of his wings he’d soar out of sight. This carried on for some time.
Finally, the man saw the crow spiralling out of the sky in a dead fall. The crow had exhausted himself and died. He hadn’t known when to quit.
In today’s society, a decision to stop doing something is not always looked upon kindly. We call it “quitting,” and we mutter about “letting others down” or “not living up to expectations.”
Sometimes giving up is about saving ourselves, before we exhaust ourselves and die.
“Todos tenemos 2 dilemas: cuando empezar y cuando parar.”
“We all have 2 dilemas: when to begin and when to stop. “ —Paulo Coelho