Trust, Actually

If I’m a fool to trust you, what does that say about you?

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Nobody’s born suspicious. We trust because we think other people are the way we are. Then someone hurts us and we think everyone else is that way.

Treat every suspicious person you meet, gently. Maybe they’ve been hurt really bad.

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What have you ever lost that is so precious that it cannot be found again or replaced? Life, is the only thing that meets that description. If you’re still breathing, then everything else can be found again.

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Trust isn’t the blind faith that things will never go wrong. It is the belief that nothing will ever be so bad that it can’t be gotten over or out of.

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Trust is not thinking you’ll never hurt me. It’s believing that you’ll not willingly want to.

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Trust isn’t relying on those who’ve never sinned. It’s relying on the premise that there is always the possibility of redemption.

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And finally, trust in everyone and everything else is built firmly on a foundation of trust in self. Nothing that really matters can be taken away from me.

I Want What I Want

Can it be wrong to want anything?

It could be silly or meaningless
impractical or impossible
unfathomable or illogical.

No, actually not.
All those things describe the object of one’s desire
Not desire in itself.

I want. I WANT. I want. I want.
And there’s nothing more to it than that.

Unrequited

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Most people want like a candle flame, flickering, wavering.
But you want like a forest fire.

Getting what you want and being happy are two very different things.

When there is nothing left to want, all you do is wait till there is nothing left to wait for.

And what when there is the world to be wanted?
Like a forest fire, like a volcano, like a flaming, blazing star, like a thousand shooting suns?
And along with desire, the equal knowledge that what you want can never be
Like a parallel universe of ice, diamond-hard and bright

Waiting is all there is, for an end that will never come since resolution can never be reached without possession.

I once said that when I want someone or something, I want them like the air I breathe.
And people like me can learn to survive without air
Gill-like swimming around in the pools of substitutes

But one never forgets what real air tastes like.

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