I, Give Up

When did I first give up on something?

What was it that I give up on?

Why did I give up?

These questions crossed my mind recently. What prompted the thought?

Watching my youngest son taking his first few steps of his life, looking at him experiencing falls after falls certainly has something to do with this. He stand up after each fall and make more and more steps each time.

Some of the fall may be harder than the rest as he sometimes cry after a certain fall. Either me or anyone around would rush to comfort the little boy upon hearing his cry. The fall discourage him from making the next step. No, not at all. Pain is soon forgotten, he stand up again and he continue to make more and more steps.

Watching my youngest son went for the stairs, climb it and insist on staying on top of it, despite being discouraged by his brothers and sister whom are tired of baby-sitting.

Despite the discouragement, the small boy simply did'nt give up. He will head for the stairs, each time there are opportunity. Even when he is being held, he will struggle to free himself from the loving arms, just to head back to the stairs.

Each time, he will climb the stairs with vigour. Enjoying each and every steps. Enjoying every small successes. And not all the time the small boy experience success. He even falls as he climb the stairs.

But the next time, he still go for the stairs and climb again and again and again.

When did we, who are now adult, first percieve climbing up stairs as a challange or problem. When did we start giving up on things. Things that we want to achieve.

When did we first say to ourself, "Aah, that's too much of a trouble" and give up. Why, because we were once just like my little boy, never give up despite all the falls and discouragement.