There is this short story in the alchemist.
There was a miner who had abandoned everything to in mining for emeralds. For 5 yrs he had been working a certain river, and had examined hundreds of thousands of stones looking for am emerald. The miner was about to give it all up, right at the point when, if he were to examine just one more stood-just one more- he would find his emerald. There was one stone that rolled up to the miners foot. The miner, with all the anger and frustration of his 5 fruitless yrs, picked up the stone and threw it aside. But he had thrown it with such force that it broke the stone it fell upon, and there, embedded in the broken stone, was the most beautiful emerald in the world.
My moral: Never quit, you may not know that had you swimmed for few more minutes you might have reached the shore than decide to sink after swimming for hours.
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