Back when I was smoking, I was often afraid I would never be able to quit. I was afraid I was going to wind up some 40-something, still smoking. I spent quite some energy being afraid of never being able to quite
If I had know back then that quitting smoking would be so natural and effortless, that when I was ready for it mentally, I would simply stop, from one day to the next, and never look back, no suffering, I would have been free of the fear. I would have appreciated it for what it was, a temporary, self-destructive pastime, and just enjoyed the enjoyable parts of it feeling cool.
Then at least I would’ve gotten the most out of it while it lasted.