A tiny word with a lot of weight, and a lot of meaning, which in turn puts a lot of responsibility on that little word. Confused? Well, it does confuse.
It leaves me perplexed as to how, we place our trust in someone whom we have never met, nor foresee the possibility of meeting, ever. How, we entrust someone, living miles away, with our deepest, darkest secrets, to be guarded till the end of time. How, we believe in the wisdom, the discretion, of people we have not known for the better part of our lives.
So, what makes us trust such a ‘someone’, such a stranger? And, what — despite this ‘strangeness’, despite the huge physical distance separating us — brings about a bond, making them an integral part of our lives?
Human psychology, that makes us reveal our good sides in sheer desperation to gain sympathy and trust? Or, something ethereal? Other-worldly? Like, having known the person in some other life, which instantly brings us closer in this life, as well!?
I would like to go with the latter. I believe, that the people from our past lives, with whom we shared a bond, meet us in our present lives, as well; thus, resulting in us sharing our feelings, opening our hearts and placing an unwavering trust in them. We may never meet, but, our souls meet, we vibe well, we gel well, and we trust well.
* As part of a writing challenge by my mentor, I have written the above post without using any form of ‘to be’ (am, is, are, was, were, be, being).