Quitting is something akin to failure in the traditional sense, it seems, but letting go of something that is no longer serving you makes good sense to me. “Never say die” applies to the old school determination of plowing through, slogging through the tough stuff day by day and I get that. I’m certainly not advocating throwing your responsibilities into the wind and giving up prematurely, before you have done what you could to uphold your end of the bargain. But oftentimes, I see something other than that going on in myself and in those around me. I see an almost idiotic attachment to the idea of the struggle itself, to the idea of never giving up, as if killing yourself in the process is somehow required to be a good person.