Rare and Precious
It comes slow; it is too precious to rush.
Trust takes time to develop; it grows deep roots in one’s intimate space. An intuition, a bond, a connection.
We all need a place to unveil the deepest part of our hearts. If that wasn’t the case, there wouldn’t be any confess hot lines; we wouldn’t meet someone at the supermarket who tells us everything we had no intention of knowing. People who find it sometimes easier to tell strangers. Walk away from it without being aware if or how they are being judged or misunderstood. Why though? Why not trust someone we know?
I think there is a great need to trust but a need that does not always get fulfilled mostly because the guard doesn’t go down enough to allow someone in.
It is risky to trust someone and let the guard down. There is always that fear, fear of what a person we trust can do with our “trust”. But in spite of that, there is no more fulfilling feeling than to take that risk and find a silent listener who does not belittle our feelings. Someone who takes seriously our worries and grief; who doesn’t mock our insecurities and who takes the time to understand without needing time to understand.
Someone we can trust.
How difficult that is. There is no outside reason to ensure us that we are entrusting the right person with our most intimate secrets. If there was any reassurance we wouldn’t need to trust, would we? But with no trust can we really form strong relationships?
A business partner, a friend, a lover, it all can be enhanced with trust. Such an elusive thing, yet so precious.
There is nothing more valuable, there is no greater gift in a relationship than the gift of trust. There is no greater offense than the betrayal of it.