Trust

Trust is such a funny little thing. It is bandied around casually, but when it comes down to the crunch, it may sometimes prove to be the deciding factor.

I believe a strong relationship is built on the foundation of 2 things: trust and great sex. Kidding, kidding lah! Don't have a heart attack on me, grandpa! Trust and respect. That's what I really meant. Seriously.

Trust can make you stand up against the world when they are against you, casting a disapproving eye, shaking their heads in disbelief, but when you trust that your other half will be there, you can really conquer anything.

But such a priceless trait is incredible fragile. Break or shatter that trust, and the whole building (foundation, building, geddit?) can come crashing down upon you. Pity there isn't a clean up crew or contractors to rebuilt it for you. You simply have to pick up brick by brick, laying the cement. Oh, don't forget the water proofing. Otherwise, it would be a shoddy patch up job and the building is still vulnerable to attack.

So should I trust my brain or my heart? Neither, they're both equally fucked up. The brain thinks in a logical, sinisterly cold manner that is devoid of all feeling. The heart, however, is all touchy-feely and has nary a logical thought. So when hit with crisis, the brain, in a very logical manner, would seek to protect the heart, a vital organ, from further injury by disengaging from combat. Either that, or batter the opponent to emerge victorious.

The heart, however, would be screaming at the brain to have some warmth and trust in feelings and intuition.

Why can't they meet somewhere?

But I think the scariest outcome is when the heart goes cold too. Stops feeling. Stops believing. Stops hoping. All the blood being pumped into the brain so that it can logically work out the next step. To do that, you need to think that there's no more pain, no further pain... only salvation in the blissful arms of numbness.

So should I be safe from all harm and be numb, or jump into the abyss of doubt and fear, hoping that the outcome would outweigh all troubles?

Don't complain about all the metaphors that I'm using. I have never met a fur I didn't like. Hiak hiak.