Quit smoking; embrace life

We are creatures of our habits and our habits bear a potential to modify our genetic arrays. Smoking has been one of the primordial sins that the mankind has fallen prey to; and with the advancements of medical technologies, we hold better realizations about the mal-effects that smoking causes to our bodies. Most of us start smoking in an attempt to announce our arrival to the big world; the habit follows a socially infectious pattern. By the time most of us realize that the habit has started taking a toll over their health, the psychological dependence is so much that enough courage for thinking to put a kibosh on the dreaded habit is difficult to gather.

If you are able to see what happens to your lungs when you inhale that powerful puff, you would be drawn to some deep thinking. For the want of an ephemeral stimulation, why would you prefer roasting your sensitive lung tissues? And even the children know that smoking can cause cancer; spare a thought to peep in the mindset of a person who had just been diagnosed to be suffering with cancer. You might understand the burden of crime that you may be doing to your family, to your kids, to yourself.

Within 2 days of kicking the butt, your nerve endings would begin to re-grow; within 3 days your body systems would be nicotine free completely and within 3 months your chances of suffering a heart attack (secondary to ill effects of smoking) would curtail drastically. It all lies in the power of mind; you might think that you need to get that gush of smoke in your trachea every hour to be able to concentrate – that is purely your own assertion. The science doesn’t approve any such notion. A pure body and a clean mind is something that the nature bestowed us with. Don’t opt to degrade yourself. Come clean on the challenges of life; show your strength. Win the war in your mind and the process to follow would be a cake walk.

An experience is the best teacher

I used to perform well in the entire subjects with the notable exception of mathematics. The theoretical riddles, the mystifying formulas were not meant for me. I just used to pass in mathematics and it was due to overachievement in other subjects that I used to top every class. I recollect quite precisely, it was the annual paper of mathematics in class 6^th when the examination paper was leaked. The paper was leaked by the teacher himself was not a proven fact but the gossipmongers fueled this theory with quite credence. In spite of being fully familiar with what all questions are framed, and having plenty of time to be acquainted with the right answers, I could manage only 47 out of 100 marks. To make the insult more offensive, the rest 28 classmates scored full marks i.e. 100/100. I, however, managed to top this class as well as I stated before due to seminal performance in all the other subjects. But this bruise was tough to heal; in the days to come, I kept on thinking why I could not get better marks even when the exam paper was made public. I derived conclusions, unbiased ones.

The first thing that I learned with this disastrous experience was that if I don’t enjoy a particular thing, I can’t fake it. Either I am in it or I am out of it; no intervening lanes for me. Secondly, I established my personality in my own inner sphere to be that of the warrior. It made no sense to me to make any real effort for an exam whose question paper was made public days before. I was happy basking in the glory of my own marks than the adulterated version that most of my friends were craving for. I never cheated in any exam of my life; I truly believe that results are for your consideration and you must get what you deserve. Your accomplishments should not be built on ephemeral foundations, for the rides of life can be quite rocky.

Pain is the Divine Ordeal.

Pain is a sensory emotion, a forced one. Reach out to its roots and discover the array of paradoxes. Pain embodies pangs of throes. Pain is a pitiless form of strained meditation. Pain is the progeny of many wombs. Pain seeks no permission. Pain is onerous. Pain is the mother of fear. Pain is a fake fluke but its ordeals are real. Pain is autocratic with no hint of laissez-faire.

Pain is ephemeral. Pain is a tribulation. Pain is the cellar of accomplishment. Pain exists for a reason, and the irony is that the moment you find the reason, the pain is gone. Don’t be a prey to odynophobia for pain is there for some purpose. Pain is perplexing. Pain is as selfless in its unrefined form as selfish it seems to your biased eyes. Pain is a prank. Pain is inducer of heartrending pessimism.

Pain provides aplenty observations; the choicest ones reflect you closely. Pain revels in the kingdom of tyranny; yet pain can be conquered by a mild maneuvering of a single thought. Pain is pretentious. Pain is programmed. Pain is perennial. Pain is the biggest illusion. Overcome pain to prove the might of your mental mechanics. Pain is prudent and pure, and its after-effects, callous. Pain is hair-raisingly macabre. Pain is the divine ordeal for you to take control of your mind and body.