I believe one of the hardest things to do is trust. But yet, it is the
foundation of having a sound relationship, be it between parents,
friends, or even with your ice cream man. And therefore it is the most crucial
part of our everyday interactions.
But recently I learnt that trust
is not something so straightforward. Its not just about trusting someone with
an object, with your secrets, or trusting them to catch you when you fall. Its
an interwoven piece into the streams of the rope that binds us, it is of you
trusting that I will not make a decision that will hurt me.
Odd statement? Probably. But it
didn’t come by, if not out of a situation. Since, you insist, I will share it
with you.
Couple of years ago, I had met a
man named Sloth. Everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) around me thought him to be a
caring and wonderful person and I should be so lucky to have him. I followed
through that thinking and after a lecture or two on giving him a chance, I
decided to do it. I had a million doubts, but I took a chance, thinking maybe
everyone else saw something I didn’t. Probably I’m partially blind. That man,
ladies and gentlemen, turned out to be the biggest loser sloth I had ever laid
eyes on. And that made me realize. I probably was not blind.
Now coming back to the present, I
admit that I have been making decisions in the past 10 months without
consideration of anyone’s opinion. After all, If I fall, you will be there to
catch me, so what worry should I have? But one decision is lying in front of
me. And your point of view, this time, is way off the line of trust.
Handle me a spatula, Ill bake you
a cake. Hand me a knife, ill whip you a dinner with drinks, hand me a book, I
will tell you its hidden messages. Trust me, I will find the truth hidden in
every sentence, I will find the emotion hiding behind that heart, I will care
and cherish my own feelings, but trust me to do it. Allow me to make that
decision and tell me your opinion without treating me as a child. As I have
treated you.
For only In that, can our rope stand.
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