Learning to live

Trigger hasn’t had the rare opportunity, neither bothered to distribute the time to engage in any self-pity blogging or rather - any blogging at all. A great part of it is the blunder of none other than the trigger itself. A suffering of a great disability – a haunting weakness of not being able to say “NO”.

The trigger seems to be thinking that everything and every other person in the world deserve more importance than the trigger. The disability pierces everything beginning from the soft tissues of the lung to the vulnerable interior muscle eating up everything like it had limbs of that of the octopuses in the sea. Acceptance of the ultimate impossibility and avoiding nothing except for that one very factor of being able to express a negative response to the commandos that abuse your capabilities and live off the blood – if trigger did have any left.

The trigger seems to believe that the only cure in the world is belief itself. The trigger is led nowhere…

Having to leave mails that require a bit of reading, for later; having just enough a piece of the universe’s time to grab a meal or spring clean enough to a survivable condition.; having to put off things for ever; having nothing but the triggers weak soul to speak for it; the trigger now survives a dreadful battle at the edge of learning to live rather than living to learn….