I have decided that it really is finally time to stop smoking. I’m currently ill, and halfway through a course of Champix, so smoking is utterly pointless at the moment. Of course, in reality, it is always pointless. Being ill means I can’t fully inhale the smoke, and the Champix makes me feel sick when I do smoke. I just need to be strong, and remember that humans don’t need to smoke to live their lives – billions of people have come and gone and lived exciting, fulfilling and rewarding lives without a dependence on it.
I’m going to go and smoke my last cigarette a little later, and if I do start again then I’ll be publicly embarrassed because I said I was going to stop on here and I never.
It is not who I want to be, and I am the only person who can control who I want to be, so I must control my destiny. I cannot obey the weed any longer.
A man chooses. A slave obeys.
