Super Quitter

The word 'quit' has such negative connotations. Almost as bad as 'giving up'. In either case, there is the stigma of being defeated. Of not being good enough or willing to work hard enough to make the cut to continue. What they don't tell you or maybe are afraid of looking at themselves, however, is the reason WHY someone endures the life of a competitive athlete is often because they don't know what else to do. The devotion to their game becomes one of desperation. They choose the put-ten-times-in-what-you-get-out and like it life because they percieve it to be the only option available. The hard they take so much pride in becomes familar and safe and comfortable.
The choice to move on is not about surrender. It's about believing you have something else to offer. It's about making the hundred and sixty so hours in the week your not playing or training more meaningful than the eight or so that you are. It's about convincing yourself that you are more than what the world has heralded you for. What you will find, if you dare to look, is that the greater world at large sees you much differently than that world you inhabit those few precious hours. It seeks to uplift Clark Kent and derail superman. Superman needs a villain or some sort of impending doom to appear. Clark wakes up everyday, put on his glasses, and embraces life. There's no need for capes and tights to get the job done.