Free to make my own mistakes
The other day, I bought a pack of cigarillos, after my friend invited me to smoke with him a couple of days ago. I’d promised myself not to smoke, but the curiosity took over, and I really felt it needed to try.
Sitting today, smoking one of them, I realised the real reson for me trying it out. It’s not really about smoking itself, although they taste pretty good.
It’s the freedom to smoke if I want to. And the freedom to make a decision like that. When I sit and smoke, I truly feel like I can make my own decisions, even if it’s a poor one. And the empowerment of taking responsibility for making them.