As I sit and take a long drag from my cigarette, I’m contemplating my life. I’m overwhelmed with nostalgic thoughts, and dreams of a different future. I wonder, “Is this it?”. This can’t be the end. No, this is the beginning. There has to be more to life than this, I know it. I reposition, I adjust my posture, I breathe. I’m deciding to challenge myself because I want more than this. I need more than this. Night one, and many to go.
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