Trusting the unknown

To love, to fall… to believe on behalf of someone else, to resemble by assuming they feel the same way. Certain aspects arouse the belief system so much that it emerges into reality. Can it be true?

What is it like to be in love? The answer varies from one context to another. Once upon a time, love was simply to confront. We are all able to love, just flick the switch on, black is black and white is white. When that paradigm collapsed, love was the ultimate psychological torture. Love was pain, full stop. Or so it seemed. Nothing comes for free, nothing is fated to be. Love is a commitment. We sign up to it. We sign out of it. While we are at it, we treat the person right.

Do the majority want to fall in love? Or do the majority want to be in love? Confide in it, secured in it, lost in it. Be defined in it.

Lost in it, lost in it… trust in it. Can we forgive the world for the past heartaches and move on? Or are we much better off living in denial of the past? Blindly trust with again-found youth. Turn off the guards, let ignorance bliss.

But isn’t that all we ever do in life – trust the unknown? Isn’t it the only way to live, the only way to get by – to trust in time, maintain hope?