I know I do. Do you?

Cigarettes are like the perfect examples of life.

The cigar starts it life in the most simplest state. From the humble tobacco plant, it becomes one when it is rolled and then implanted on the belly of the pack's womb. There it waits. With the help and assistance of practitioners of their art, they are born unto this world fresh from their mother's belly. Elegant. Sleek. Bold.

The moment the flame of wisdom lights up the cigarettes it is in its first moments experiencing the grandeurous affair with life. Its life slowly ebbs by. Releasing its flavorful and aromatic essence, it is kin to everything that walks, crawls, swims and flies on this earth, exposing a wonderful substance that makes life livable.

There comes a point in which the cigarette enters the midline of its life. This is where we can see him in his prime. The robust, rotund flavor which was kept locked inside the cigar suddenly bursts into a wonderful myriad of flavors. The sweetness is divine. The joys infinitesimal. Surely there is no better ambrosia than the intoxicating bliss it gives.

Like all things that sprung upon this fateful world, the cigar too has its ends. The sourness and bitterness of all things comes at last in its fateful end. The once glowing embers of the tobacco slowly falter and doesn't give warmth and solace. The smoke slowly whiffs away until it disappears towards the ceiling. It is the end.

Like human beings, cigarettes too are illusory metaphors of our own existence on this planet. Every day is a single stick of cigar.We are given the oppurtunity to live life everyday . Everyday we can choose whether to light up our life and live or choose to stay in the pack till another day. Either we light it and die or die trying.