Finding the Empathic way

So a friend of mine posted this not to long ago:

“I’ve learned that you truly can’t trust anyone. As much as I want to be able to, it seems like everyone (friends, family, girlfriend, fiance, wife, etc.) will always let you down and break your trust at some point…”

I was going to give a big long speech as a reply, but then I found out that replies can only be so long. So here’s the speech.

Alright, it needs to be said. Trust isn’t about letting you down or not. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody stumbles, everybody does stupid things, everybody eventually hurts the ones they care about the most. That is just part of what it is to be human.

To trust someone is to believe that when they do hurt you, it isn’t intentional, that they feel bad over it, and that they are going to try to never do it again.

Don’t get me wrong. There are some people out there that prove time and again that they aren’t deserving of your trust. That is when the trust is broken. But for those who actually try to regain your trust after they have done something to hurt you, they are the ones that deserve the chance to rebuild trust.

I invite any and all to reply to this. What are your views?

A-available: To do what?
B-best kiss I’ve had: Hershey’s
C-crushing on: You.
D-drink you last had: Watered down mountain down left over from when I went on lunch
E-easiest person to talk to: In no real order: Sheila, James, David, Nick, & Kat.
F-favorite song(s): ABCs and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star but only cause they share the same music :)
G-gummy bears or gummy worms?: Gummy Bears, you can’t bite the head off of a worm
H-hometown: Kuna
I-in love with: The woman of my Dreams.
J-jealous of: Whoever it is that can look into the Mirror of Erised and see only a reflection.
K-killed someone: The case was dismissed
L-longest car ride: Idaho to Virginia
M-milkshake flavor: Oreo
N-number of siblings: Blood: 2, Steps: 6, Adopted: 5 or 6.
O-one wish: For all of my many wishes to come true.
P-people I trust: Trust until given a reason not to.
Q-question always asked: “Can you refund that to my Debit card?”
R-reason to smile: Better question, why not Smile.
S-song you last sang: The Inspector Gadget theme.
T-time I woke up: 10 Minutes before I had to leave for work.
U-underwear color: Grey and Black
V-violent moment you had: The time I pulled some guys intestines through his nostrils.
W-worst habit: Hello Hello
X-xrays I’ve had: Chest, teeth, foot, arm… I think that’s about all.
Z:zodiac sign: Pieces or Dragon depending on which one you believe in.

I tried.

I tried to be the one that proved you wrong,

To prove that we are not all the same.

I tried.

I tried to be the hero of your dreams,

The one to show we are not all the same.

I tried.

I tried to always be there,

Yet I somehow let you down.

I tried.

I tried to show you friendship,

But you wouldn’t let me in.

I tried.

I tried to help you get over the past,

But you couldn’t trust me completely.

I tried.

I tried to show you how to be happy,

But you always went back.

I tried.

I tried to get you over the pains of the past.

I tried to make you forget what they put you through.

I tried to help you bury the darkness you hold on too.

I tried to expel the evil that keeps you in the shadows.

I tried to shine a light.

I tried to be the becon.

I tried to be the Knight.

I tried, but I only made it worse.

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.

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The dark is generous.

It’s first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others.

The darkness protects us from what we dare not know.

It’s second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night’s embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day’s harsh light. But the greatest of it’s comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day. Because it is the day that is temporary.

Day is the illusion.

It’s third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of it’s own self.

With every victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.

The dark is generous, and it is patient.

It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.

The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.

The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.

The dark’s patience is infinite.

Eventually, even stars burn out.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.

It always wins because it is everywhere.

It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you attached to the soles of your feet.

The brightest light cast the darkest shadow.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins—but in the heart of it’s strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.

Love is more than a candle.

Love can ignite the stars.