Like most people, I grew up believing that trust means trust in a person or a system. There’s a foundation for this. As children, we expect our parents to feed us, for example. If they do so consistently, we trust them. If they don’t, our natural impulse to trust is fractured.
In this example, food could be love, praise, discipline, anything a child requires consistently. Parents could be any significant person in our life. But our natural, infantile impulse is to trust life, to trust a benevolent universe. As the famous mystic Julian of Norwich put it, we trust that all will be well.
When our fledgling trust is damaged, we learn that life itself cannot be trusted, not just isolated people we meet along the way. In time, we forget that spiritual trust is trust in a benevolent life force, and in ourselves that we will manage whatever comes our way. This forgetting leaves the door wide open to disappointment because which of us has never let another person down?
Trust, like love, is a state of being, not something we give to specific others and receive or don’t receive back in return. That’s the lesson my experiences in India brought home to me. It gave me no choice but to trust that all will be well. Not because an individual tuc tuc or taxi driver was trustworthy, but because, simply, all will be well. And it was.
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