Let's run away.

When joy is taken out of the picture, it's so easy to decide to stop holding on.

I'm not a quitter. I never dropped a subject in school or walked out while in the middle of an argument. Well, I do stop watching movies when they get too boring, but that's not the same.

They say quitters never win, and winners never quit, but the truth is that sometimes, the smartest thing to do is walk away.

Life is never fair. Things haven't been fair for a long time now, but there are times when we know, deep inside the recesses of our minds, that we have had enough unfairness. When the pain, the exhaustion is not worth it anymore. When at the end of day, you find no contentment, no sense of achievement after you walked around the pharmacy all day, preparing more than a hundred medications for more than a hundred patients, sparing only a few minutes to have a late dinner. No, you don't even have time to go to the bathroom; the nurses are waiting. They've been standing there for 20 minutes. Thirty, maybe. It doesn't matter that you've never sat down for longer than a minute, or that there are 21 nurses' stations you have to prepare medications for. They're waiting, so you should hurry up.

We're all suffering, I know. I understand that. And I guess that's one of the reasons why I can say it's not worth it anymore. How can it be worth it, how can it be good when it's making you and me--all of us--suffer? I'm not a quitter, but if quitting means getting my happiness and my sanity back, then maybe it's time to throw in the towel.

Nothing's concrete yet. And I guess I'm still waiting for the world to change. Maybe, deep inside, the fighter in me is hoping I wouldn't have to quit.