The universe doesn’t listen.
The universe doesn’t listen when you tell it that you’re tired. Or that you want a day off. Or that you quit.
It just keeps expanding, oblivious to your tiny concerns and your silly wants and your blinkered needs and your searing pains and your occasional triumphs that are, by all accounts, entirely the result of random chance and not talent or hard work or perseverance.
You can shout “I QUIT!” into the unspeakably, unimaginably, sumptuously vast emptiness that is the universe. But it doesn’t listen.