Trust is a strange thing. It can be something made so real, so intense that it becomes tangible. And anything tangible can be broken. It has various levels and tunnels and loopholes and catch twenty-two’s. I was just thinking today about the people in my life and how much and in what ways I trust them. Some people are just more trusting than others, giving it away freely. Others guard their trust more closely and give it away more rarely. I don’t know where I fall in those catagories. I trust people freely and I forgive quickly when trust is broken. I don’t think that’s a good thing though, sometimes it makes me a fool.
I would trust my life with a great many people. I think if my life was in danger a lot of those I know would step up and rise to the occasion. But a lot of those same people I dont think I could entrust my wallet to, or my house keys, or a pin number. What does that say about me? Or them? Perhaps it’s my own failing that does not allow me to place those responsiblities upon them. Or perhaps it’s their own character shortcomings. It’s really hard to judge.
“Do not trust all men, but trust men of worth; the former course is silly, the latter a mark of prudence.” – Democritus, Greek Philosopher (460 BC – 370 BC)
