Today, as I left the supermarket, I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye, a guy desperately inhaling a cigarette.....a quick glance to the exit and there stood his wife, waiting patiently with her trolley, until he had appeased his demon.
With each drag he took, his shoulders slumped forward and he coughed and he coughed as only a smoker can. His body shook and his face contorted into a grimace and aged before my eyes each time he took the smoke into his lungs. His wife buried her head in her hands, rubbed her eyes helplessly and yet, hurriedly, hungrily, he repeated the ritual, hacking and choking, guilt ridden and miserable until the last gasp.....addiction before my very eyes....a lonely figure, and a sobering experience. There was no pleasure - just dishevelled pain.
Be very clear, all who think they are in control, nicotine is an invasive, invidious enemy - never put yourself into his shoes. While there is breath in your body to fight it, do so - one day success will come.