I tried, I gave up...
One thing that I couldn't bring myself to give up on was the mission. After just a few weeks, I desperately wanted to go home. I knew, however, that if you left early, you had to pay for your own plane ticket. Since I knew my parents couldn't afford a $1500 flight from Argentina, I stayed on the mission and ended up costing them $10,000 instead. (Somehow my nineteen-year-old brain couldn't figure out that at $400 a month, a plane ticket home is the equivalent of just four months on the mish.)
I will always be glad that I didn't quit my mission, not for any religious aspect, but because it made me into who I am today. By sticking it out, I also proved to myself that I hadn't missed anything. If you leave the play at intermission, how do you know it won't get really good at the end? Staying ensured that I knew how everything ended up.
Like Kaycee and Hellmut have already commented, I think it's best to give up on something when it's not working for you. I'm glad that I've given up on the church, but I also recognize that I had to give it the old college try before I quit. Maybe I'll take up soccer on Sunday mornings in the park. I've been dying for an excuse to buy shin-guards.
Posted by Ned Flanders.