I don't miss smoking. I don't miss my clothes stinking. I don't miss my fingers stinking. I don't miss my cats getting out of my lap and running away whenever I'd light up. I don't miss the bronchitis smoking caused. I don't miss having no physical endurance whatsoever. I don't miss stinking of burnt tobacco smoke everywhere I go. I don't miss the continual fire hazard that smoking presented. I don't miss being made to go outside in the cold of winter or the heat of summer to get my nicotine fix. I don't miss my entire house stinking of cigarette smoke. I don't miss having to open up my PC case twice a month to clean out all the ash deposits on the fans, the power supply and the heat sinks.
But I DO miss getting to use my cool, brushed steel, embossed Zippo lighter that I had just bought a few weeks before I quit smoking. Now it's going to waste, along with two large cans of lighter fluid, four replacement wicks and three packs of flints. I still take it out of its box in my desk drawer and light it a couple of times every now and then.
After all, I shouldn't forsake the basic human ability to make fire at will just because I took away the entire reason for having a lighter. Right?