A two-way street. Hands to help, hands to receive help.
I don't know who to turn to. I don't know how. I don't know. What is trust? Est-ce que ça existe hors de notre reconnaissance? Is it the bond that forms through enough time spent together through enough shared experiences, commonalities Does it build off the length of long, deep conversations over sitting with one another, pondering the state of some remarkable thought, belief, idea, fact. Does it supersede and transcend motion, mistakes, distance, flaws and insecurities? Does it allow us to overlook the things that would make two strangers decide against talking to each other. Or is it an idea? Something to keep our conscience busy with every encounter we make. A pleasant presence to complement relationships. To validate our vulnerability, if only for a moment. Until perhaps we build up the gumption to stand, take and hold for ourselves, (after some event that provided a transparent enough reason) How is nurtured? Through love? Compassion or sympathy? ...