The Philosophy of Smoking by an Amateur Smoker

I started smoking to catch the sublime of
the moment. There’re no reasons, so don’t
ask me why. Reasons only entertained tactics
in lawsuits, not habits. This is what happened
then: the moments propelled themselves and I
moved forward with them unwillingly. Since
the first inhaling, the concept of moments
changed. Time didn’t freeze, I did. I suddenly
refused to proceed but welcomed a pause
in life. The sense of motionlessness turned into
self-deceit. My mind rumbled, but I detected an
order within the chaos. Non-smokers got
along with their time harmoniously; I had a
problem with mine. I wanted a break and I
wanted nothing. Nothing to lose. Smoking is
always a part-time job, not a full-time career.
When the moments are too heavy to contain
themselves in the smoky air, I would undo the habit.

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