I was thinking the other night as I drove home from my parents’ house how so much of our life is built on trust, and we take it for granted. We trust that our cars won’t break down, that the wheels will grip the road even if it’s raining, how our parents will be there (until they die, which we don’t think about). We trust that our home, apartment, dorm, whatever will be there when we get back and that our car will be in the same place as when we left it that morning. We trust that the car will start even in freezing temperatures. We trust that the grocery store will have milk and orange juice and that the gas station kiosk we stop at will have gas in the octane you need or paper so it can print your receipt.
We trust that our harddrives will store our information and start up the next time we hit the power button. We trust that we will still have a job when we get to work the next day and that there will be someone to talk to. We trust that things will work out. We trust that God or whoever you believe in has a plan for us and that it’s all going as it’s supposed to. We trust that we are right and they are wrong.
Where does this blind trust come from? Sometimes I wonder at how much we trust that everything is alright. I trust that someone is reading this journal and that just maybe someone appreciates it…otherwise I’m just doing this for my own glory.
Anything that makes you go hhmmm?