Mr T

Trust can seem so fragile. How fragile? As fragile as a single cobweb strung between the branches of two trees, or a hairline crack in glass that hasn’t shattered completely? Nothing malevolent about that I guess! Maybe, maybe not but the weakness is there isn’t it. A pane now or a maybe a pain later? We can’t tell can we?

Over a longish period of time I’ve realised that trust can be tough too. Rigorous in its expectations of us, our lives and our relationships with those close and near. There’s a steeliness about its resolve in taking us in deeper and further into these woods I’ve come to recognise as the interior life. It’s been relentless over the years, I’ll give it that.

Trust isn’t something I give over so easily these days, have I become a cynic then? Goodness I hope not, that would be no small tragedy! Really, it wouldn’t. I prefer to think of my guardedness with it more like an internal security system going off at the presence of intruders in a zone where they shouldn’t be. The ‘trust monitoring device’ simply excludes those without the code. Nothing cynical about that! Just safe practise I would have thought.

So, is mistrust a misguided sense of over-protectiveness? Perhaps. But then, when you get older you see things sooner and for sure more clearly than you’re want to than when you were younger. I believe that’s okay. It doesn’t make you a sad case, it means you’re vigilant, not so prone to being taken in. I believe it’s the code to the keypad that one, press W.I.S.E followed by # to Enter.