Musings

trust

Trust.

Trust is the key that opens many doors.

Trust is a living, breathing being, and like the humans that wield it, they are frail.

Delicate, like the petals of a flower in bloom -crushed easily by the thumb and forefinger alone.

Fragile, as easily broken as Cinderella's glass slipper. Smash it against a wall and it'll break, break, break, into a thousand glittering pieces of shattered promises and lost hopes.

Vulnerable, as vulnerable as charging into a battlefield stripped of all but the thin cloth that covers your skin. It is prone to destruction, and once destroyed, it takes a thousand times more effort to reassemble all the pieces back together than it takes to blow them apart.

Yet trust has its own unique strength.

Imagine a piece of iron, soft -too soft to be of any use. Now add a few pieces of carbon and mix them well over a heating source. The iron particles may first be distressed at their sudden inability to slide over one another, but time passed and they realized what they are now is better, shinier, stronger than what they were before. They've come out as an alloy, a mixture of different metals that is of more use than their constituent elements.

You can take trust as those carbon particles. They may seem foreign to you -even prove a discomfort- at first, but without you knowing it, it is strengthening your relationships with others. It is the foundation at which every correlation stands upon. It is the support, the spine, the mighty trunk. It coexists with love; should one evanesce, the other will follow suit.

Trust is essential.

Yet most of us have strayed far from that knowledge. We are no longer the wide-eyed child capable of trusting and being trusted. Now we are encapsulated in a bubble of suspicion, living in constant fear of the threats of hidden knives -whether real or imagined, paranoia clouding the minds and tainting the hearts with ink as black as Death's wings. We don't feel it; we think that bubble is protecting us. But really we're slowly running out of air, slowly suffocating in our 'safe haven'.

Perhaps it's time for everyone to let those bubbles burst.