Lately I've realized that the main reason I couldn't quit is because I don't want to quit. Smoking has been part of my everyday life for more than 6 years that I just cant let it go. I've encountered numerous quarrels with my previous girlfriends because of them wanting me to quit smoking.
Nothing will ever happen if I wont try anyway, so even if I know it wouldn't work I still tried to quit. After 6 years of trying to stop, the day finally came that I wanted it to stop. I wanted to stop smoking. I don't know how or why I suddenly wanted it to stop, but that day just came. The day just came when I felt that I can do it.
As of the moment I can say with my head held high that I haven't smoke a stick of cigarette for the past 15 days. Was it easy? Hell NO! Those 15 days are the hardest longest days of my life. The urge to smoke is definitely there, prowling like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour, and I'm here still managing to resist it. It's hard, but its definitely worth it.
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