As I grew up, although I understood what my mother told me, I was still overly trusting. No one as of yet had ever really hurt me and I believed that mankind in general was good. But then life gave me some major challenges and I had to deal with a large amount of dishonesty. Even then I clung onto the hope and belief that the dishonesty that I was dealing with was not real, that it would stop. I struggled greatly within myself those years. I wanted to trust with my entirety but for the first time I found myself doubting. I found that not knowing was the only way I could escape from it. So I would try my hardest not to find things. But they would surface again and again. My ability to trust had been destroyed.
Trust is a fragile thing. It is easily broken and can not be fixed with ease. Trust is something that has to be earned. If you continually do or say things that are dishonest it makes it very difficult for someone to respect and trust you.
One can regain trust back but it comes slowly with a lot of work and dedication. And even then, that person may never trust you again. Some people are definitely more forgiving than others.
I am thankful for the fact that I can trust those who I am closest with. Life is so much easier when you are not burdened with deceit. And that goes both ways. I know that by being honest with my fellow man it makes my life easier as well. As for my current status in trusting people, its still not what it was, but it is healing.
