When I Think of a Cigarette
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the four thousand chemicals
that would rush into my mouth and
burn their way into my once healthy lungs.
I think about that nasty taste, that nasty
ring of polluted air I would create in the
space around my body. I think of the
looks of disgust given by those close by.
I think of those who politely stepped
away from me, and those who not so
politely stepped away.
Some gave a lot Others gave it ALL In honor of the victims and in honor of a friend!
One song can spark a moment.
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest.
One bird can herald spring.
I remember it like it was yesterday…I did it, I left the dealership with a brand-new car. A car that didn’t fall apart when I shut the door, no blankets were needed to cover up the ugly seats and I didn’t have to whisper “please” before I turned the key in the ignition. I was so proud. I had just been a poor student a few years back and now I was the proud owner of monthly payments for my brand-new vehicle.
If you’re too open-minded, your brains will fall out.
Don’t worry about what people think; they don’t do it very often.
“You smoked, you are an addict” that’s what I learned when I quit smoking and it made me flinch inside.
I just smoked and I stopped, so why am I an addict? It bothered me so much. How can I use words like addict and addiction, if I don’t really understand the meaning.
I never met my Grandfather, but I heard a lot about him. He died way too young; 3 months before I was born, but he knew about me and he was looking forward to meet me…I met him later.
I don’t know it all -who does- but I learned a thing or two when I gave up smoking. I am not sure if it’s good enough to be called “a Manifesto”, but I wish I would have had these instructions when I run blindly into becoming a quitter. A happy quitter now, but a confused quitter at the beginning.
Pretend you are surrounded by a thousand hungry tigers. What would you do?*
Think about it, what can you do? You can’t outrun one tiger, not to mention a thousand. The thought is scary and the answer is quiet obvious. “I would give up…there is nothing I can do”.