When I was nine or ten, my father would ask me to recite the poem, “Don’t Quit,” in front of our house guests. I would oblige, without needing to be asked twice, because I knew that after my bombastic recitation, I’d be a few pesos richer. It became my little fund-raiser, that long poem.

It took years before I started to understand the poem which I had so easily memorized one lazy afternoon (oh, the feats young, healthy brain cells can do!) To this day, I can still recite most of the poem from memory. I’ve had to use it to encourage myself and give me perspective during times when I feel like giving up. It hasn’t always worked though. I live with the memories of my share of quitting moments–some which, in hindsight, now seemed like a wise decision, while some I still regret to this day. Thank God we need not be defined by our poor decisions and moments of weakness. For even for quitters — especially for quitters! — God offers grace and hope to stick it out yet another day.

(Don’t worry, I’m not quitting this blog marathon… At least not just yet.)


  1. 25 days to go… kaya yan! we will wait for you at the finish line! para treat mo kami! bday mo na kasi!!! :- )

    whew! *hingal* thanks, jen πŸ™‚ it was nice to see u earlier sillyserious


  2. Hahaha! You got me here…I really thought you were quitting! Whew! ..and what do you mean “not just yet”? Uy, walay quitter nga taga-Davao ha! Hala sige!

    woohoo! yes, ma’am! πŸ˜‰ sillyserious


  3. Rest if you must but don’t you quit! πŸ˜€ I remember reciting this poem while doing some push ups sa CAT. hahaha. Thanks for the insight kuya. Inspiring indeed!

    that’s the poem! πŸ™‚ sillyserious


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