I'm a fighter. It's who I am, who I've always been. I don't give up, and I don't give in. If you say I can't do something, I'm going to do it, just to prove you wrong. I can win this, and I will.
But what am I going to win?
Why do I want to win? Am I fighting for something? Or am I just fighting against you?
What will happen if I quit fighting?
'You'll never reach your potential if you don't push.'
Perhaps that's true—the path of least resistance has led me astray. That's how I spent years trying to be an academic before I finally quit. That's how I ended up working at a job that I hated in an industry I held (and still hold) no respect for.
I may have obediently followed the easy path, but it was still a tough hike. I was doing something so incredibly wrong for me that it was a fight to get out of bed in the morning. I place no value in your so-called contribution to society.
So, what if admit that I never want to reach your definition of my potential? What if I'm honest with myself instead, and admit that what I really want to do with the rest of my life is read, write, and tell people about stuff I've read or written. How about that?
'That's a cop-out. You're a quitter.'
No. The only thing I've quit doing is fighting myself, and I don't need to fight me. I need to be me.