The first day somehow proved to be the hardest and the easiest at the same time. Easiest because the motivation within was fresh from the night before. Proved hardest because the fear from facing this mountain still casted a shadow over me. To pass the day, I thought how everyday somebody quits smoking in the world. But then my mind wandered towards the fact that probably more people quit quitting than those who actually succeed. Could it be that those of us who smoke have no will and allow the darkness to take over?
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