Knowing when to give up

When I was younger, my mom told me that I was force to be reckoned with when it came to giving up on something. I never knew when to give up. My mom use to be astounded with how I could cling onto the last bit of a situation of something till there was no more, or I couldn't go any further. She still reminds me that I never knew when to give up. 

It was not that I didn't know when to give up. I just always realized that I could fight until there was nothing left to fight for. 

It's like that these days too. It's always like I never know when to give up on something. Most times it get's the better of me.  

Even after a recent break-up. I forced myself to leave the person. I left and walked way and kept walking. But then, it did eventually catch up to me. I turned around and went back. Again I couldn't give up on something. 

When my best friend Chené told me the following: "Giving up is not a sign of weakness," it stuck with me. While heading back, I kept this in mind. 

And now I'm giving up. This time I actually knew when to give up. It doesn't make me weak. It doesn't make me pathetic. It just makes me smart and grown up. 

Knowing when to give up... It's a form of art. A skill that should be required.