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Trust

Trust. A five letter word that for many people is the most important word in their lives. Do you trust me? You need to trust yourself. I trust you. The moments in our lives where this is said are the moments when we change. It is when we put our lives in someone else’s hands and give them the possibility to do whatever they want with it. They are supposed to guard it with their life because that is why we trust them but sometimes they won’t.
Sometimes those five letters means nothing more than a simple combination of Latin symbols put together. It slips of your tongue with ease and when taking it away there is no regret because it didn’t mean anything to begin with.
It takes time to build up trust but it only takes a mere second to lose it all. Once it’s gone it is never to be found. It’s like a Mentos in a diet coke bottle. First you think it’s there and it’s going to stay, then it explodes and you can’t seem to collect it back. And then lastly it’s gone never to be seen again.
We live in a world where this word is being used too often. We are taught that you can’t trust the man handing out sweets to children or that woman with the big skirt in the shop that someone called gypsy. We can’t trust the media and we can’t trust politicians. If this didn’t seem bad already I am often told I can’t trust myself. So this five letter word that is so important to us doesn’t actually mean anything because in the end we can’t trust anyone but yet we tend to hang on to it.
The thing is with trust, once you’ve given it away you can’t take it back but the other person can still throw it away. It’s like giving a Christmas present without keeping the receipt. You will not be able to take it back but the other person can and will do whatever he wants with it. For some reason we are responsible to choose wisely who we give our trust too but we keep on making the same mistake with secret Santa and pull the wrong name out of the hat and we never seem to learn.
You might wonder what trust is then if it has so many different meanings. Let me tell you, trust is that feeling you have when you want to give a part of you to someone else. Trust is that moment when a person asks if you are ok and you dare to say no. Trust is that eagerness you have to tell someone what you’ve done today. Trust is what hurts the most when it is lost because you know that you were the one giving it away in the first place.

Trust. A five letter word that for many people is the most dreaded word in their lives. They don’t trust you, they don’t trust the world. And trust me, they don’t trust themselves.

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