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Face value - where'd it go?


There's no hiding it, I struggle with the issue of trust.

I tend to trust people on their word, and then it happens...I get hurt.

So I get it when people are always looking beyond the person in front of them and searching for an ulterior motive. I understand the whys involved....the motivation behind the doubt.

But c'mon folks, we've turned into a society where every move ...every word...every aspect of a person is scrutinized...anaylzed...picked apart, and it's disgusting - it's harmful -it's destructive to all involved.

There no longer appears to be a healthy middle ground.

Was there ever one?

Am I just waking to this?

To trust or not to trust....yes, that is the question...

How can you kinda trust?

When a dollar bill is no longer worth the paper it is written on...then is it no wonder "face value" is a term of the past?

There are people who trust......

Then there are people who don't....

Who are the people in-between......?

I do know none of us are perfect...

We're all, at one point, going to screw up...

Sound hypocritical...

Unintentionally hurt someone...

and unfortunately lie...whether it's a little white one, or a whopper of one...

That's part of being human, that's part of growth...

But the people who confuse me the most are the ones who pretend to be that trusting person...the ones who on the surface befriends...smiles...and at the same time scrutinize and judge based on their own fears and insecurities- and then those false judgments turn into their instructional manual on how to delve deeper without even knowing they are doing it..

Face value no longer means anything...not even the value of the face staring back in the mirror.

Were they once like me? Someone who tends to trust and then gets hurt?

Well those are my thoughts for the day as I sip my coffee this morning...

A message I fully endorse.......if you can decipher it for what it is...on it's surface...........

And no, I have no intentions nor aspirations of EVER running for office......
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Just Be Real said…
Great post. Painful post. Trust and being hurt always is painful. Thanks for sharing dear one.
October 25, 2009 at 7:47 AM
Donald Swarbrick said…
You need a big {{{HUG}}}}
November 4, 2009 at 9:49 AM
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