On Quitting
A Less Emotionally Charged Word For “Regret”
It all gets to a point, as they say. There’s only so much water a dam can hold until it breaks. Only so much pressure a room can contain until the windows shatter. It’s often hard to know when you’ve arrived at that place in your own body or mind, until the collapse actually begins to happen. When you’ve manipulated your own reality for long enough, thought one truth while living another, it all comes crashing down in a completely ordinary, unexpected moment. When your sweater gets caught on a doorknob after a terrible day of bad luck, tugging you back when you’re trying to walk forward, your blood pressure spikes, and all you want to do is tear the sweater to shreds. But your emotion is at no fault of the doorknob, or the sweater, or even physics.
