Coffee, Cigarettes and Enlightenment

I like waking up, having a cigarette and a cup of coffee in the sunshine on the roof, it is holy, I enjoy it and it makes me thankful. It is pranayama aided by a stick, but it is still time for reflection. 

If only people were aware that they are not buying cancer, it is not the nicotine they want. They want those few seconds of silence, where they take an action, normally carried out by our autonomous nervous system, into their conscious mind. This is MY breath, I choose to inhale this, I am human, i have the choice to breathe because I want to, even to misuse my breathe is my right. NOT because I am a slave to any substance, but because I can. I can do this, and I choose to. It is my free will to use my breath for what ever I please and in what manner I choose.

But when the choice is no longer mine, when the cigarette breaths through me, that is when I quit. I quit because I can, because I choose to. I let it be enjoyed by me, I acknowledge its existence and I appreciate it. But we have an understanding. When it clings on to me, I shed it off. I can do that. I know. I have choosen to do so many times. That choice is there, just as the other choice is ever present. My choice is the choice of non choosing and thus I also choose both... Captured in linear time as I am I do both at different times but let none of them define me. I AM what I AM.

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