So.
It’s not my first trial to stop smoking weed.
But, the more I go further in life, the more I do not believe in chance/hasard. My mother comitted suicide 2 years ago, she was a severe alcoholic. She also was a Christian believer.
How many people could hate God because of that? And, how many people slowly could recover their fate after that?
Since the funeral, something inside me forces me to keep in touch again with “above”. I don’t know why. But since that, I try to make my own belief. I believe that we have to live all this obstacles. Live hard now to live better in a few years.
What spiritually motivates you to stop all this bad habits? Now, tomorrow, another life?
I send you all my POSITIVE wibes!