I think I am a very spiritual person. Note: spiritual, not religious. My father is a priest, he and my mother are both christian. I'm not sure what I believe in but I definitely believe in the soul. The soul is an extraordinary thing and I can't imagine that it isn't meant for more purpose than this.
Recently, my grandmother passed away. I loved her very deeply. It's been 11 months since her passing and I have been hoping to meet her in a dream just to know that she's feeling alright or just to get to see her one more time. She passed away because of a lung-related disease, she was a big smoker. She had been in a hospital for all the time I knew her (I'm 18).
I've smoked since I was 13 years old. I stopped smoking in January but it only lasted for about two months, now I'm smoking again, just as much as before I quit.
Last night I was in bed, going to sleep, thinking of how I needed to quit smoking again. I felt in my soul that I wouldn't do it though. I had the window open so that my room wouldn't smell like cigarettes in the morning (my parents are so proud at me for quitting, I haven't told them yet). The wind was thumping the curtains up against the wall and suddenly something fell on the floor that was on the windowsill. I got up to see what it was. It was the journal I kept when I stopped smoking last. It was open on one page, where it stood; "It's freedom but not a sacrifice to stop smoking".
Coincidence? I think not. I've set a date for my next (and last) quitting date; Mai 21st.
Thank you grandma