The need, the desire, the demand, the want; I could go on and on, but I think I’ll describe it another way.
Suffering a self induced objective to rid self of the captivity of “big government, big tobacco”, one in the same, gave nucleus to the idea. Planning and implementation neither soared nor slithered into existence. This act of self correction arrived astride the back of a horse called “decision”.
Galloping close behind in a cloud of smoke rode, desire, want, and craving desperations. They were coming on hoof, claw, paw and wing. Determined to recover this wayward soul escaping from smoking bondage; they came.
It was not a total surprise. Decision warned me upon its arrival, attack was eminent; and assured me I was not and would never be alone, if I was steadfast and believed. Depending on my fortitude, determination would arrive and grow. Patience would take its time, but performed better than any jack hammer when punching through battle lines, and hope only needed an invitation to arrive like along train coming to and from its self.
True to the warning; desire, want, and craving desperations arrived and attacked with a legion of others to numerous to name. Under continuous assault I was hit by 6 cigarettes in 24 hours. Yes, some of them got through only to be beaten back with sleep.
Today, this morning I’ve been hit twice again by cigarettes, but reinforcements are on the way. I have prayed and feel “The Lord of All”, has sent me more help in relations to my ability to receive. The battle now enters day 3. I’m wounded, but healing quickly and growing stronger by the minute.
Now, back to the fight…