Trust. Being vulnerable. Taking a chance with someone, by letting them see the inner layers of yourself, sometimes to the point where they are wielders of information that could be used to hurt you down the road if they so choose... OK. So. Where is my rope, ladder, wine, getaway car, and crazy cat (or dog) lady starter kit? I need it stat.
I love people. I care for people, and to lay down whatever I am doing to care for someone else is something I would do in an instant if it is to mean that their day or moment may be a little lighter, or brighter because of it. You never know the battle someone else is facing, or the story that lays deep beneath a persons eyes. Be kind, and gentle in your ways, and hug the ones you love. Hell- hug the ones you can't stand too- they tend to all too often be the ones who need it the most, and fall to the wayside because they have never received the love that they deserve as well. We are all children trying to navigate this messy, discombobulated world.
Trust is so fragile. It takes a lifetime to build, but like a twister, a matter of seconds, and you are never the same as the person who entered. At times, these storms ruin everything in their paths, and when they hit- lives seem to be torn to shambles. So many have their stories of bitter wreckage, and pain. Why else would so many walk around on broken glass behind crooked smiles leading double lives? They know no other way to cope, other than their double live personas that have now engrossed their once content whole selves, and they know not how to regain that. To merge back into what they have come to love. To ease the swelling, and pain of lies, brokenness, heartache, and mourning for what is gone, or the emptiness that they cannot begin to mend; for they have forgotten how.
But fear not. Stars shine so brightly amidst the darkest night skies, and empty hearts will swell full of love that they never knew could exist. Trust is terrifying because it means allowing ourselves to be vulnerable to people we may not entirely know. It is a leap of faith into a new world where we could be broken further, or once again. But, it is also a chance to be renewed, and molded into something wonderful, and rise from the ashes. In being vulnerable-- we are free.
I love people. I care for people, and to lay down whatever I am doing to care for someone else is something I would do in an instant if it is to mean that their day or moment may be a little lighter, or brighter because of it. You never know the battle someone else is facing, or the story that lays deep beneath a persons eyes. Be kind, and gentle in your ways, and hug the ones you love. Hell- hug the ones you can't stand too- they tend to all too often be the ones who need it the most, and fall to the wayside because they have never received the love that they deserve as well. We are all children trying to navigate this messy, discombobulated world.
Trust is so fragile. It takes a lifetime to build, but like a twister, a matter of seconds, and you are never the same as the person who entered. At times, these storms ruin everything in their paths, and when they hit- lives seem to be torn to shambles. So many have their stories of bitter wreckage, and pain. Why else would so many walk around on broken glass behind crooked smiles leading double lives? They know no other way to cope, other than their double live personas that have now engrossed their once content whole selves, and they know not how to regain that. To merge back into what they have come to love. To ease the swelling, and pain of lies, brokenness, heartache, and mourning for what is gone, or the emptiness that they cannot begin to mend; for they have forgotten how.
But fear not. Stars shine so brightly amidst the darkest night skies, and empty hearts will swell full of love that they never knew could exist. Trust is terrifying because it means allowing ourselves to be vulnerable to people we may not entirely know. It is a leap of faith into a new world where we could be broken further, or once again. But, it is also a chance to be renewed, and molded into something wonderful, and rise from the ashes. In being vulnerable-- we are free.
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