From the title above one may perceive that this writing is to play a lexical game upon a big number of quit smoking methods available at the market for the people in need. To support this sweet sense of humor, I would say, 'Yes, it is!'; nevertheless, it will be such an unfair underestimation if I fail to confess that, basically, it is not only supposed to be a particular, strange method of quit itself, but also a realistic view over the major reason why the present narcotic overuse has come about.

Accordingly, I believe, first we should try to hold a criterion for separation of those who may take some advantage from this newest method and others who will find it completely useless. That is mainly because in contrary to many common quit-smoking approaches, which I would call 'Bad-Smell-Ah Ah!-Inculcations', this one is not designed for every one who smokes, meaning that someone who is UNFORTUNATELY used to having fun with smoking at weekend parties, may never get a little console or a clue from what is offered here. Thus, to render our necessary separation, we shall think about a historically muted interpretation of cigarette addiction, with its overt sources of reason, and this will lead us towards our own realistic what-can-be-done.

One thing that really hurts when people are trying to persuade you stop smoking is that they usually start with alerting about different kinds of cancer and dying hard finally, but often conclude with this threat that you may miss kisses of your girlfriend or the like because of your stinking mouth! Smoking is no doubt a harmful habit. Everyone knows it like a perfect battle against oneself. When preaching about this, however, usually no one tends to recall of politicians and sociologists, as confirming unavoidable, most of history's bloody wars and genocides. Of course, it is advisable to restrain oneself from injecting dirt of this kind into their lungs, but unfortunately it is impossible most of the times to explain why we can't help ourselves after all. That is how, by adapting the fundamental features of such a personal battle, the smoker will never give it up for the whiteness of his teeth, and here begins the light haloes of our renouncement to fade in.

If not easily accepted, at least it is possible for the insistence on taking smoke inhales to be based on some rational reasons. Not every smoker deserves to be reproached for his weakness. In most quit approaches, furthermore, show off and trying to seem like a big person are known as two major aids a cigarette will provide as a tool. Yet it sounds so ridiculous when I try to apply this for people like Vincent the artist, when he was trying to recognize his inner self under the teasing sun, resisting against that big disregard from ordinary people's side. And it must have been so easy for a nurse to advice the American rock singer, Jim Morison, to stop putting his brain in that high blood pressure for nothing. The question is: does every body need so much blood in his head? Physicians reply, No! And I do either!

There must be an ideological difference in favorites of someone who quits and someone who only tries to quit or even not. It is a matter of thoughtfulness, positive or negative, productive or destructive, whatever, rather than an ill-based habitual repetition.

As a chain smoker who can still remember the way he used to breathe freely and fresh, I am telling you that I can trace back my love for lighting a cigarette to my mysterious childhood, the time I really hated others smoking. I am telling you, there was a child who had learned so soon that human is doomed to be all alone in the end, and that he was so sensitive that he used to cry hard at midnights, because of any little boredom, though he never dared to believe that there will be no heel of any kind sometime. And for now, I am telling that I know by heart what many of us think about our smoking habit; if not the majority, at least we are a part of this tragedy, and we believe that it is not as simple as getting used to holding a stick between two fingers once in a while. We need to act like we are blowing out the burden on our chests - and the weight is rooted up in our heads.

No one here claims that only smokers are higher thinkers, yet it's fair to announce high, the odds for a high thinker, to smoke.

Human is bestowed with senses to realize the world around him:
Good for those who stop at the first Rose Garden encountered. From them, few are wise enough to be inspired and go for tasting the beauty of heavens on earth, while the majority are taught or more comfortable to satisfy themselves with feeding their souls by soap operas on TV.
Still, to some less extent, good for those who are melted in wanting something visible, something like money or titles; they'll watch the news and they'll be sharp on what their environment reveals of injustice and pain; nevertheless, easily they'll leave all this behind, for the next coming news updated, as they have other things enough to really care about.
And there are a third group with their thumbs on their forehead, who are fond of the beauty and love, but are feeling so much down and disappointed for little, bombarded, starving kids everywhere who will die younger than every smoker.
Almost always:
They are thinking about life, which eventually withers, but is such full of glorious, delicate notions that surviving for one more moment of which may revive the whole existing eternal love in one's heart.
They are thinking of death, which eventually comes, like a cool breeze to show the opening out of the realm of sufferings and anxious, no matter if 5 years earlier.
They are thinking of the globe, that eventually loves, but simply after millenniums of aggressive misunderstandings.
They are thinking of ultimate happiness, which is told to will have come, though a little late for a huge number of generations.

And so little is the harm of smoke on their heart, in comparison with all they are always wondering about. Take it for all that Nicotine can help with: It dilutes wonders in the blood and consoles the brain in experimenting what-bitter-so-ever.

This is the viewpoint over which many of us differ from what a quit-book writer thinks about us. It doesn't mean that we don't want to live longer; sometimes we actually do not, but many facts must be alternated on the planet until we manage successfully to quit. Still we can surf on periodical waves of probable nice times of our lives, and try to reduce the amount at least; otherwise, we will quit it for sure, someday, after 50 years, less or more. This is an exclusive approach!