The bad habit is cool and funky; an indulgence to be worn on the sleeve as a star for a person who is just too talented to be bothered. And youth seems to stretch on forever.
The bad habit takes root and grows into a way of life that enjoys a narcissistic world view.
Then, the bubble bursts. Middle-ageism dawns.
The way of life becomes a burden and for the first time I am able to see it for what it really is; a degenerative, soul-crushing choice that cannot be reversed.
Bad habits kill. They can and they will.
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