Post by Ann on Oct 21, 2005 8:15:58 GMT -5
There comes a time...
From healing2
when you just can't rationalize existing in a state of perpetual guilt and disatisfaction with being a smoker. For a while you're unaware of the discomfort that smoking causes to your spiritual growth. You might even be able to convince yourself that smoking actually enhances your ability to think, feel comfortable, produce, relax, motivate, and enjoy a given situation.
But after a time, perhaps a REALLY long time, all these rationalizations become less plausible. Smoking becomes undressed of it's vails of deception and it becomes more clear how it really effects your daily behavior. Perhaps you become aware of it making you more tired, using it as a crutch to postpone the next task, feeling its effects upon your state of mind, recognize it hindering your desire to do and try new things, accepting that it curtails your physical strength, becoming aware of how deeply it lets you burry your feelings and emotions.
This realization is a bit like preparing an onion. At first you peel off the thinest sheath of skin. The smell hits your nose and it is offended. A bit sweet and pungent you begin to slice away through the sphere. There is now an urgency to work through the task of preparation. This stage is followed by tears as you hack away at the layers of complex growth that have developed over time. When you're through dicing the many layers that once built you're habit, you're left with a pile of raw nerve and existance that you have endless choices of how to use. NOW you're ready to cook.
The beauty of tearing down all the falshoods of our shealths of smoking skins is how sweet and delicious our lives might become. Never before were we able to recognize the naked beauty of our inner selves. We really believed that we were, lazy, productive, angry, sad, happy because of our relationship with cigarettes. When we stop smoking we are free to turn ourselves around in our own hands. We can finally look at ourselves more clearly and mold what we will become with a sense of purpose and strength previously hidden by the falisies of smokers thought.
If you're afraid of finding out what lies beneath the years of habit you've built to fortress yourself from your true being know that you are absolutely not alone. I'll wager that everyone at this site has felt afraid to begin the first tear in their habit's rather sturdy outer skin. I'll also bet that most of us who find themselves somewhere in the tears of chopping up the layers of existance that we once clearly thought was who we were, are still frightened. And that those who feel confident that they have desided upon throwing away their habit's skin and cooking themselves up a whole new habit are tasting life as if they've never eaten a perfectly sauteed onion before.
An onion can be planted again. From it new bulbs grow. You can decide to replant your old bulbs and allow yourself to remain burried in the falisies and dark of smoking. Or you can at last dig yourself out of the darkness and begin to tear away at the layers of your former smoking self. I believe that you'll be pleasently suprised at what intricate layers lie beneath that outer armor. I hope you'll choose to taste the sweet delicacies that are you.
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From healing2
when you just can't rationalize existing in a state of perpetual guilt and disatisfaction with being a smoker. For a while you're unaware of the discomfort that smoking causes to your spiritual growth. You might even be able to convince yourself that smoking actually enhances your ability to think, feel comfortable, produce, relax, motivate, and enjoy a given situation.
But after a time, perhaps a REALLY long time, all these rationalizations become less plausible. Smoking becomes undressed of it's vails of deception and it becomes more clear how it really effects your daily behavior. Perhaps you become aware of it making you more tired, using it as a crutch to postpone the next task, feeling its effects upon your state of mind, recognize it hindering your desire to do and try new things, accepting that it curtails your physical strength, becoming aware of how deeply it lets you burry your feelings and emotions.
This realization is a bit like preparing an onion. At first you peel off the thinest sheath of skin. The smell hits your nose and it is offended. A bit sweet and pungent you begin to slice away through the sphere. There is now an urgency to work through the task of preparation. This stage is followed by tears as you hack away at the layers of complex growth that have developed over time. When you're through dicing the many layers that once built you're habit, you're left with a pile of raw nerve and existance that you have endless choices of how to use. NOW you're ready to cook.
The beauty of tearing down all the falshoods of our shealths of smoking skins is how sweet and delicious our lives might become. Never before were we able to recognize the naked beauty of our inner selves. We really believed that we were, lazy, productive, angry, sad, happy because of our relationship with cigarettes. When we stop smoking we are free to turn ourselves around in our own hands. We can finally look at ourselves more clearly and mold what we will become with a sense of purpose and strength previously hidden by the falisies of smokers thought.
If you're afraid of finding out what lies beneath the years of habit you've built to fortress yourself from your true being know that you are absolutely not alone. I'll wager that everyone at this site has felt afraid to begin the first tear in their habit's rather sturdy outer skin. I'll also bet that most of us who find themselves somewhere in the tears of chopping up the layers of existance that we once clearly thought was who we were, are still frightened. And that those who feel confident that they have desided upon throwing away their habit's skin and cooking themselves up a whole new habit are tasting life as if they've never eaten a perfectly sauteed onion before.
An onion can be planted again. From it new bulbs grow. You can decide to replant your old bulbs and allow yourself to remain burried in the falisies and dark of smoking. Or you can at last dig yourself out of the darkness and begin to tear away at the layers of your former smoking self. I believe that you'll be pleasently suprised at what intricate layers lie beneath that outer armor. I hope you'll choose to taste the sweet delicacies that are you.
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