Whenever you feel like giving up...

Whenever you feel like giving up, 

look around you, you live in a world full of things which won't have existed if someone gave up.

Take a look at the website you are on right now, what if the programmer who was programming this gave up after some unsuccessful tries?

Take a look at your study table, what if the carpenter who made it gave up while he was learning how to make things? Or what if the person who designed it gave up when he was unable to have ideas for designing?

Take a look at your phone, what if the company's founder decided to give up when his ideas were considered vague? 

Take a look at your garden, what if the gardener had given up gardening when he was unable to make some flowers bloom?

Take a look at the nest on a tree, what if the bird had given up when it's nest was attacked by other animals?

Take a look at the ant who just got into the ant colony, what if it gave up when it was climbing the wall again & again and falling down each time?

Take a look at the free country you live in, what if the revolutionaries gave up after years of trying?

Take a look at your home, what if the architect gave up after he failed his first ever exam?

Take a look at the luxuries your parents have provided you with, what if they gave up after they had failures in their jobs?

Finally, take a look at yourself, what if you gave up the first time you were trying to crawl, or walk, or sit, or speak, or write, or make your first ever friends?

Sit down for a while, think about it.

There's an old saying, "it's the journey, not the destination", the destination is the success of whatever you are doing, and the journey is your small appreciations, your failures, a lot of them and all.

Think over everything and then ask yourself, did you really start this to give up?

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  1. noorFebruary 10, 2021 at 7:53 PM

    Words will always fall short guni
    You are an exceptional writer and em sure ome day you'll fly high in the sky of your dreams❤
    All the best Mr monki!!🐵🐒
    Hehehehe

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