I am already out of the pitcher plant. I need to stay out. I need to overcome this depression.
The idea is to refrain from smoking for the next two months.
These are temptations. It's not the same when you actually do it. The comparison is lingering at the lips of the pitcher plant and actually inside it.
The cigarette is a jailer. It just wants to get you hooked and imprison you for life without any apparent benefit.
I can get rid of dope. If I don't see BJ, I have no desire for dope.
With cigarettes, the temptation is the 80-cent-a-stick clove cigarette. The devil is Surya.
If I win over Surya, I win my life. Surya will rationalize. If I fall for it, I fall inside the pitcher plant.
As usual, time is the deciding factor. Time can heal, time can punish and time can rot you.
So now, my race is against time. I need to win against time.
I should be thinking of the long term. The tyranny of time is in the waiting. Therefore the idea is not to wait.
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