This time it is for real. I must quit smoking if I want to save myself from the evil that men do.
There is no point in brooding and ruminating about the whole thing. In the end, it is action that speaks.
I am just an inch away from death. Is this how I am going to end my life? As a sloth? No way. At least, I have to put up a fight. It is a battle of the bulge. I can't leave this world as a loser. I am a winner.
This is just another test to see if I endure Phase II. I have to fight for my own life. I have to be a runner when I exit.
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