Something is going to get me at some point, whether it's my smoking, or more likely my drinking (I drink even though I have fatty liver disease because I'm stupid and I love Scotch).
It could be my diet, or cancer from breathing air pollution, or a random accident, or an unforeseeable health condition. I'd rather die of cancer or liver disease early on than die in a car wreck in peak physical condition before my mangled body is scraped off the pavement and shoveled into a plastic bag. Or before my very being disintegrates in the wake of a nuclear explosion, or I become a pincushion due to a random mass shooting.
Anyway, life is to be enjoyed. That, coupled with the relatively low risk of my pipe smoking, as say, compared to using cigarettes or dip, is what closes the book for me. I want to smoke. I like it.
I guess also smoking cigars increases the risk greatly, but oh well.
Good time, not a long time. ?