Trust Fall

I approached my sister with a teaspoon of stew I was cooking. I wanted to know if it was too spicy.

She looked at this hovering spoon and asked what it was. I told her to just taste it. She got the spoon from me and did as I said.

It was stew.

Funnily it made me think. She trusts me so much because she never thought I would want to put her in danger. I could have laced the stew… it could have been overpowering and unbearable, but she still took it and tasted it.

She trusts me. Trusts me enough not to ask what she is about to eat. She has created a view of me that means that she is certain I would not do anything to hurt her.

If she was to fall, she’d know that even if she broke a few bones, I would have tried to catch her.

Trust is a sickening process. We learn to trust based on experiences. Our trust folds under the pressure of respect (God) and in situations of love (our significant other or family).

How do you know who to trust or who you trust? Ask yourself…. Would you eat something given to you by them?

It doesn’t even have to be stew on a spoon… it could be a wrapped candy bar… or even a drink.

Would you trust them even passing the food to you?

They say living in mistrust is a prison because you are constantly questioning yourself, but what is the use of being able to reason if you cannot question the uncertain???