Aristotle said that happiness is the end most sought for. And indeed it is. Of course Aristotle probably referred to that happiness beyond the measly glee brought about by novelty or youth, or the fleeting gladness in temporality. But philosophical abstractions notwithstanding, things are often simpler than they seem: When you don't think you're happy, you probably aren't.
And if there's anything I'm certain of right now, it's that I know I'm not.
And this is why, for once, I will give up. That much I owe to myself. And when I do, I will never be prouder bescause despite appearance, quitting will be by far the bravest thing I would have ever done.
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