Laying in bed today, I realized that at 26 I have managed to spend half of my life smoking cigarettes. A pack a day, at least, two a day for some periods. I realized that if I cannot come to grips with this, then I won't live much longer at this rate. Thinking back to the last cigarette I had, I didn't even enjoy it all that much. It's almost as if cigarettes have been red pilled for me, I can't look at them the same way again.