I’m often confused by trust. Obviously, everyone has a different perspective. Some people believe that it needs to be earned. Others behave as though it is quite simply a fragile gift that once broken can never be rebuilt. And some special individuals only pretend to give their trust to others, often convincing themselves that they are capable of the extent of vulnerability necessary.
I think that all sounds cowardly. And unfortunate.
While I fully understand the need to protect oneself, (and perhaps my viewpoint carries a dash of well developed cynicism) I have begun to feel that trust will always be broken, but the knowledge of that should not keep me from investing in it. As simple as it is to be human, we will let each other down. But in order to engage in connection and take risks with each other, to actual feel some level of transparency and in rare cases, intimacy, being able to willingly trust is fundamental.
And we test it, over and over and over.
My favourite people in this world are the ones who continue to trust - despite the constant broken endings.
I never want to live looking out of a lens that first portrays the worst in those around me. To me, that sounds like a paranoia which can only serve to eat at you day by day until the effort it takes to really give your trust to someone in even the smallest task becomes impossible.
Without an ounce of naivety, I would rather the consequences of pain and misfortune by trusting too many, than miss out on the possibility of connection and whole-hearted living by trusting too few. I refuse to label myself a fool for having the courage and strength to trust again; the only fools are those who cannot see the missed opportunities by avoiding the pain of having it broken.
“Only those who dare, truly live.” – Ruth P. Freedman