Trust

In God we trust is a very powerful line. Trust is the basis for all human interaction and while we might not think overtly about it, it is a constant companion to who we are, who we meet, who we deal with, who we keep in touch with, who we call friends, family, lover etc.
An essential element of trust is the trust that you have in your own self. An ability to imagine oneself being able to live up to promises made to oneself and made to others. This trust is fundamental and determines how we trust others or if we trust others at all or not.
Trust is a deep dialogue within, sometimes in feeble voices, often in angry retorts and sometimes in woe struck laments. There is a voice within that either trusts one’s own identity more often than not or doesn't
trust as much. This forms an essential part of identity, who I am, how I interact with society, family and the others in my life. Trust is that voice of identity; it’s not your conscience, in the sense that trust is probably a by-product of the experiences that form your conscience. The voice of conscience shapes the voice of trust and if your conscience is broken probably your trust is too. Trust is the child of conscience. A conscience that feels happy and not let down is one that trusts its own being. A conscience that has had to compromise does not trust as much. And this lack of trust manifests in many overt behaviours- anger, jealousy, overly pleasing people, underlying all of it being a lack of trust in meeting the world as an authentic being with a mix of strengths and frailties. And this perpetuates a falsehood which distances the identity and sense of self further from reality. The voice of conscience and that of its child trust gets drowned in multiple voices of anger, disappointment, fear, jealousy and much more.

Honesty within is a powerful element of an identity that can trust oneself and therefore the world. The goodness of the heart is like an ocean of trust if well nurtured. And this ocean hugs every shore that it finds and takes on many hues and colours. It lashes, it drifts, it floats, it meanders but it remains trusting of the paths that it meets. That trust is really about the trust in its own character as an ocean. An ocean that never ends or for that matter that which never begins. Trust is like that.

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