He worked day and night on a story he wanted to complete.
The deadline looked too scary as days passed. Words kept disappearing , paragraphs kept getting deleted. He had almost completed it when the thought struck. He had to change the structure of the entire story , he had to be liked.
He gave up.
He wanted to be loved not just liked. He knew he would come back because no amount of anything could stop his love for writing.
He gave up on the battle to win the war.
He gave up on a masterpiece.