Enough Is Enough
When was the last time you were ready to throw in the proverbial towel? Did you end up letting go, or decided to fight on anyway?
Well, I don’t know about this ‘throwing in the towel’ business. I mean, think about it. There’s the boxer sitting in his corner looking at his bloody and battered self, and his trainer/manager/whatever is bawling at him to get his act together and get on his feet, and his half the crowd is goading him to take another beating in the interests of their hefty wagers – and maybe he suddenly wonders whether ‘victory’ doesn’t have a hollow ring when you couple it ‘brain damage’, and whether throwing in the towel is really conceding defeat, or living to fight another day.
Because winning, like anything else, is the sum of its component parts, and if one of those parts is the sacrifice of something you hold dear, have you really won at all?
But then again, maybe I’m just saying this to let myself off the hook for the times I walked away from situations I could no longer tolerate.
You think about these things as you get older: whether the outcome would have been ‘better’ if you’d stayed. And then you get older still, and you realise that not only is the past another country, it’s a country doesn’t issue visitors’ permits, let alone working visas, so the whole inner debate is a waste of time. And what’s more you realise that self-flagellation is hopelessly unproductive, so best you get on and make the best of now instead of setting up opportunities for future self-flagellation, when you realise you’ve wasted the years you had left.
That’s the theory, anyway!
And a PS for WP: ‘Did you…decide to fight on’, not ‘decided’.