anything, as an act or event, that serves as a stimulus and initiates or precipitates a reaction or series of reactions.
Triggers. I see them everywhere, everytime. So, it’s not surprising that triggers, however triggering they can be, triggers me. They trigger me in so many ways unimaginable.
They trigger off an internal conflict of emotions. A conflict between good and bad- hopelessness which is good, tenacity which is bad. There are so many times in which i feel compelled to give up- which is inherently for the better- but also many more times in which i feel obliged to be tenacious and cling onto it with every shred of energy i have. That sadly, leads to self-destruction.
I am tired. Everyday is a new challenge. Everyday is a struggle- a battle which i, or we all, must fight. Everyday counts, and time is lost when we give up any day. I have lost much time because i give up at least every other day.
To cling onto it? Or let it go and give it up? It’s not much of a choice actually. Situation dictates what i must follow, and i though i am master of my own mind, it’s tough to oppose what your instinct tells you.