Smoke, Smirnoff and My Alter Ego. Part 3

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Your potentialities, your creativities, are rapidly slipping away along with time, through the gaps between your fingers.  Before you even realize, it’s gone. Your spirit. Your time. Your energy.  Take charge of your life. Your every new thought is creating your next reality.  Your personality reconstruction is within you.

I’m aware of all this, but what am I to do?  That zest for life is lost somewhere.  Actually, this sense of boredom and frustration stems from this dormancy …To vacillate and hesitate in your field of activity, is worse than death itself .  Action is the answer, not inaction.  Nike is apt when it says JUST DO IT.  Remember that everything is the construct of your own mind.

All these confusions in the mind are bullshit. I don’t know why we walk around like victims, when there is so much to life. Congratulations!  Hello!  You are alive … Cheers to the spirit in me!  Smoke away the worries, smoke away the deadlines, but wait not till tobacco jams your lungs. Drink and drink like a fish, but don’t spend half your life stinking of Fosters.

Self-control is not a virtue to be possessed with unease, but to be discriminated subjectively.  You control your senses. Let not your senses overpower you.  Refuse to become victims to circumstances.

I’ve been trying to make these smoke rings, but they simply diffuse out into the air, without leaving their mark on the world, except that lingering smell of nicotine…. I’m already feeling a little heavy in the head. I leave my half-filled glass of whisky.  Whisky is a brilliant brown, when light cracks through it … I walk out… Feeling confident…

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