It’s so interesting to me that I find themes continually bringing themselves up in my life. And when they do, I’ve learned to contemplate them and how they affect me.
For example, last week, on several separate occasions I found the theme of trust recurring. Lacking trust, trust being an insecurity in people’s lives, whether or not people should trust certain situations or other people and how to trust.
It led me to think about what this word, Trust, meant to me in my own life. It kept coming up or I kept noticing it for a reason, right?
I have come to believe there is no such thing as coincidences.
I wouldn’t say I’m UN-trusting. I believe in the inherent good in people, when I can see it in their eyes, the windows to our souls. While I have trusted in situations and my own instincts in the past, I wouldn’t say I’ve been too trusting either.
But, I have been burned, too, trusting in someone or something. Usually against my own instincts or at the urging of others to “have faith,” when, perhaps, my gut told me otherwise.
I hope, in turn, that I have done things to earn people’s trust. I know that I am a friend whom others can turn to and know what they say, stays with me. I know that my children feel they can confide in me. I know in relationships, I’ve never felt checked up on. I know that when given a task or duty, people have the peace of mind to know it will be done and done to the best of my abilities.
And I also know, that some people are so damaged, they may never trust again. And there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it, they have to come through it on their own.
Trust is built over time. Trust is destroyed in an instant.
Trust is a privilege. Trust is to be cherished.
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