topsy-turvy

it's funny how the smallest things, or a gradual accumulation of them, can turn your entire life upside down.

like Tweener's story.

what does it take to make someone break, give up all for lost, and just sit back waiting to die or even find ways to end one's life? how do we know when we've reached that limit? and when that threshold is crossed, can we even be saved? then again, what if that doesn't make you break, but make you lose control of morality instead and do things you never knew you could do in the name of survival? at the very core, do we have nothing but survival instincts?

so many questions. and i guess different people have different answers to them. i hope i never have to find out my answer to those questions, because pushing my limits is different from being forced to discover them when in dangerous situations!