Trust is something so beyond one's grasp. Yet it's mystifying how something so ambiguous and abstract is at the same time so real.
Trust brings forth the only stability that a human being can count on. The knowing that all is well. Underneath, all is well...
Homeless, jobless. What does it all mean? Having a stable job and home are society's mirage of a stable foundation. The power of institution of making us believe this is true happiness and accomplishment.
I've had a number "stable" jobs, yet it never seemed like I was happy working a 9 to 5 without time to dream away about my real potential as a human being. The possibility emerges only when the facade of outward stability crumbles and we are left with nothing.
This is the truth; we possess nothing. My life and what I do with it, that's what's mine and nothing else. And that's more than enough. And that's far greater than material "possessions", and way more magical.
And that's also frightening, it makes you feel weak at times, and worthless, unaccomplished. It makes you feel like your time has been wasted, because you haven't gotten "anywhere". It makes you draw comparisons with the rest of them, the ones on the top, the ones who've managed to steal away the golden opportunity and make it theirs.
But what is this but mind's evil streak taking form and talking us into a dark hole?
For as much negative dialogue as there is, there's the shining beacon of trust, within, with every breath, with every step into the infinite, whispering "all is well"
And I'm choosing to listen to this voice...
How about you?