Quit-lit, “This past weekend I put a bullet in another surf dream and in some ways I couldn’t be happier about it!”

Why pursue something with such fervour if it doesn’t consistently bring you joy?

All my life I’ve clung onto things: dreams and ideals; too small leather jackets imbued with memories of flashing lights and freedom; Clipper lighters; knackered (definitely not clean) Vans; obscure cables; a…