Short essay on If I Were a Cigarette

I have often heard that a cigarette is something bad, and that, it harms the people smoking it. However, at times I feel that after all, when people get addicted to me then there must be something really attractive about me, a cigarette and so, after all it could not be so bad in all its entirety.

If I were a cigarette the first and foremost feel I'd get would be of pride and self esteem as, a thing or an individual becoming a topic of discussion among all circles of a society is, I think in itself a great achievement.

I'd feel really great hearing people talking about me in big meetings of the elite, of meetings of young, men and women and even of children at times. The fact that I am so much talked about would give me the feeling that, I am certainly some one great.

After being so puffed up with pleasure, I'd sometimes pause to think as to why after all am I a topic of debates and discussions? I'd peer into people's discussions and their loud thinking and then realize that I am being talked of so much because I am bad for my consumer's health.

The thought that I bring harm to those who use me and love me dearly would bring in depression and at once, my pride and self-esteem would be dumped.

As soon as I would understand that I am being talked of so much not for the love of me but I'm bad, I harm my thoughts would wander and I'd start contemplating on means of making myself less harmful - but how? I would feel absolutely helpless in the matter and then feel sad for mankind.

However, even at this stage of depression I'd be glad for at least one thing - that is, my consumer loves me and after all this love is the most cherished sentiment in the world This feeling would once again boost up my spirits and I'd start feeling proud of myself once again.

The most wonderful thing about me is that, though my consumer simply burns me, I stay so close to him, his lips kiss me till I am totally consumed, and become ash.

The love I get in my life is just immeasurable, and my last moments are spent on the lips of my lover - can anyone else compete with me in my death and destruction? No- I'm sure not. Not even the human beloveds of my lovers get this loving final touch though they also end in ash just like me.

I feel that, if I were a cigarette no matter how 1 lived, but, a beautiful and loving death was assured, right on the lips of my lover.