Why do we refuse to change and adapt? Don’t we see ourselves in the mirror? No conscience? Staying loyal to the profane life an honor code? Makes us feel alive in a promise of death lifestyle? Rather watch ourselves slowly emerge from life to death? Watching Rigor Mortis and decay as a way to stimulate our interest in the addictions lifestyle? Slow destruction into gradual wasteland? Smoking to eventually end in a pile of ashes along with our lives? Anxiously waiting for the day to come to see our skeleton laying dried and parched in the sun? The only phrase we earned is “The lost soul”. No one will care about us being alive. Who will care about us being dead? We live with addictions then the disastrous finish appears. Then someone can say to us “Not having much luck playing follow the leader”? Who wants life to end this way?
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