In The Sickness unto Death, Kierkegaard says, “The biggest danger, that of losing oneself, can pass off in the world as quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. is bound to be noticed.”
And I’m afraid of that — of losing myself — because I want to live my life to the fullest. I want to actualize my potential to finally become myself. I want to be myself every day.
Some people live their lives without noticing that they are not there anymore, that they are no longer themselves. They live on autopilot mode and (unconsciously) give up thinking altogether. No more introspection… no more contemplation… no more aspiration… They live without living, without thinking, without being.
And I’m afraid of that because I only get to live once, and I don’t want to lose myself. I don’t want to lose myself.
And that’s one of the reasons I smoke cigars. Cigars make me think. They enable introspection, contemplation, and more, much, much more.