Trust is a funny thing.
We earn it. We give it. We build it. We share it. We lose it. We jeopardize it. We appreciate it. Yet, we know and understand very little about how much we need it.
I am guilty of trusting very little. In ways that I have not even understood.
I have not trusted others enough with the truth to speak it.
I have not trusted others enough with who I am to be myself.
I have not trusted others to understand so I did not share.
I have not trusted others intentions so I decided, before I really ever knew them, that they were not worthy to be believed and taken at face value.
I have not trusted the kindness of others, I saw manipulation around every corner.
I have not trusted others with my heart, when they have not proven a reason why I should not.
I have recognized within myself......my mistrust or desire not to is my fear.
Fear of my own life.
Fear that I will not survive the hurt, pain, loss, betrayal, misunderstandings, difference of ideas because of my ego.
Fear that I will be wrong and have to shift what I believed to be honest.
Fear that I will get to grow and it will be in an uncertain, uncontrollable way.
Fear of not knowing.
Fear of loss of control, that to be honest, I never had anyways.
Those of us who seek a deep rooted connection within our dynamics often desire love, devotion, passion, loyalty, respect, admiration, friendship, validation, even acceptance. I have come to witness how much of what I seek must be trusted. I have believed that the simple desiring of love will therefore bring me such. I have believed that if love looked like xyz it was honest and therefore true.
What happens when what we desire or what we believe love is looks different than what we think it should?
Does love cease to exist for us?
For myself, I have found pieces within me that rebel against the idea of love looking any different than what feels “safe” to me. Safety, it seems, became a combination of ideals, actions and accountability that kept me from facing my fears. Specifically, the fear of trusting others.
Love, in my lens, unconditional love, is about no fear. It is total trust. Submissives can resonate with this idea heavily I believe. Because it is wound up in surrender. Surrender of what you “think” is the truth in exchange of what you “trust” is the truth. The two are diametrically opposing ideas.
In this I have found failure within myself. Because I sought safety over the willingness to trust.
Trust, in part, is the extension of faith towards another. Because we can NEVER quantify in total the heart of anyone else. Oh, we do our best. Vetting. Time. Patience. Deliberate, intentional, focused witnessing of another person’s character. Still........our fears often do not allow us to trust someone. We express we want, need, desire open-connective-devoting love yet we do not trust enough to feel it. To receive it.
Trust is more than what another person does or does not do.
More than what they do or do not say.
More than the longevity of witnessed character of another person.
Trust, is about ourselves.
When we wrestle to feel loved by someone........that is NOT about someone else’s ability, or lack thereof, to be trustworthy (certainly not always anyways). It is about our unwillingness to trust that we are okay to be loved by someone else as they express it. We lack an acceptance of their love because we do not trust we deserve it. So we, even in small ways, do not receive it. Which in turn keeps from us the feeling of connectivity and depth of that connection elusive. Somewhere out there beyond us to be discovered.......while simultaneously being something right in front of us.
When we struggle to believe someone is there for us, cares about us, desires to wrestle with us and authentically love us and they have proven time and time again that real, honest truth of their love that struggle is NOT about them needing to do more, give more, be more, in this way or that way..........it is about OUR failure to trust that we are safe. Safe to let them in. Safe to believe in them.
What is the worst that can happen by trusting another? We end up in the same space we have found ourselves in the past. Tired. Hurt. Jaded even. We struggle to allow another person’s actions not be about us. We struggle to separate out what they do that harms us from what did we do wrong that allowed them to do that harm? Sometimes, dare I say most times(?), another person’s actions have very little to do with us. It is often about their fear. Their insecurity. Their inability to trust.
Example:
In the past I have lied to people because “I” could not trust that the person with whom I would be honest would act in a way that I wanted. A way that made me feel safe. I would lie to them to appease them.....keep them happy with me. The truth, while honest, would have meant POSSIBLY they would not be happy with me. Or I would be admonished by them for whatever truth I had to share that they MAY not like. “I” decided for them what their response would be so I did not have to face the uncomfortability of expressing a truth that MAY leave me standing in that truth alone. Better to lie and have “someone” than to speak the truth and have “no one”. All of that born from MY fear. Fear of abandonment. Fear of being alone. Fear of trusting that whatever the other persons’ response may be they are allowed and I get to live in my character of speaking the truth no matter what. How that is received and dealt with on the other side is NOT mine. I do not need to feel threatened or afraid to speak the truth simply because someone MAY be hurt, or MAY lash out, or MAY not like that truth. What another person feels about the truth is theirs to navigate. It has ZERO to do with me, nor does it shift the truth from being honest in comparison to the alternative of a lie.
When I tapped into the honesty of my inability to control the response of another it frees me from fearing that response. It allows me to trust that regardless of their response I will be just fine.
Why?
Because I am living with character. Honesty. Integrity.
By deceiving and hiding the truth I become duplicitous, fraudulent, an unhealthy living out of my existence that shows not only my character, but my fear and lack of trust. Which then also makes me untrustworthy. The very thing I seek to attain in connection dies at my own hands, because I allowed fear to cause me to mistrust that which I have no control over anyway.
Trust is a funny thing.
We, more often than not, are the reason we do not last in relationships. We shift the lens onto others a lot, but, if we do a search within ourselves honestly we may discover there is an awful lot more that can be done on our part to nurture the well-being and health of those dynamics by taking accountability for that which we fail to trust.
Life is a risk. Always will be.
On our last day no one will talk about the risks we did not take or the way in which we failed. However, we may end up living in regret if we do not truly make the choice to actually live by taking the risk to seize the possibility of reward.
Yes, we may fall. It can hurt, no doubt.
It can also teach us to be more. Teach us to be smarter. Teach us to be better at how we trust and love. Teach us to release the fear that controls us to embrace hope.
How we face our fears is how we love. Either afraid and courageous, or scared and mistrusting. That choice is ours alone. Whichever we choose is what we bring to us. Is what we nurture and have.
Either trust and love..........
Or
Fear and co-dependency.......
Neither can exist where the other is.
What do you choose for you?
I pray you find your solace, comfort, direction and purpose today.
Namaste
Drago and Amethyst