Cigarette Theory

Were born. We live. We die. But often we thing to ourselves "why?" not so much as a meaning of life question (as for now I thing I have written enough about this in my past postings) but more like "what’s the point if all we do is eat, fuck, work and die?" there really is nothing else that we do. We question our existence here simple because it gives us something to think about while we are not doing the holy quartet of mortal endurance (eat, fuck, work and die). In response to this and after a few cups of coffee and enough nicotine to kill a horse I have come up with something I call the "early morning cigarette theory" when we are born we light the cigarette. That first drag is 1 of the best parts of the day, as is childhood but both are things that go by so fast they sometimes seem like a blur. As you continue with you cigarette you live your life, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but in the long run the good seems to outweigh the bad. One of the more facetious things that life has. As you take your last drag on your cigarette you die. Again, another poetic irony. You sit there on your deathbed thinking about the regrets you have had in your life and things that made you happy. Sometimes it is the small things that we really have to take into account because those are the things that we will cherish the most when we get older. Perhaps it is meeting your soul mate, or just doing a drawing that you like. But when you really thing about life isn’t just that simple. There are things that are life-changing events. Self-realization. Those bad drags that don’t go down just right. The shit that makes us say, "Why do I even bother?" because we learn from them. We really do only have so much time on this earth and it is up to use what we take away from the bad things. Someone once said that life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are fucked up. Nothing could b truer. We must rewrite the lyrics as needed to end on that last good drag. We should enjoy life and not worry so much about when the next bad drag is going to be. After all, there is plenty of time to be dead