Recently, I was posed with a question: How can one recognize genuineness? It had me thinking. I am not someone who trusts easily, nor do I grant my trust hastily. For a long time, I have built walls around me and fortified my defenses like stone castles. I wanted people to prove themselves worthy of it. However, lately, I find myself becoming more welcoming as the walls have begun to crumble away. Reflecting on those thoughts, I found myself pondering whether genuineness is truly attainable.
Even if someone bares their soul or if we acquire superpowers to read people’s minds, I don’t think we will ever truly grasp their true feelings. We believe what we choose to believe. All we can do is try our best to identify facades and masks, but in the end, trust is a dance between hope and skepticism. Sometimes, we allow ourselves to take that leap of faith and embrace what is presented to us. It all comes down to the point when we choose to let go of all the questions and uncertainties and delve into what they offer, believing it to be true.
We hope, pray, and believe with all the strength we possess so that we aren’t disappointed. Despite thinking it through a million times, we still consider all the permutations and combinations before diving into that whirlpool of emotions. Ultimately, when we do, we do it with all our hearts. We never know what awaits us, but all we hope for is the dream we’ve lived a thousand times to turn into reality. A reality that we’ve promised ourselves.
Amidst all this, we trust, believe, and let ourselves get engulfed by the present. We might never be oblivious, but we put our guards down at some point, wishing to be nurtured and caressed. I guess we might never be able to realize whether something is genuine, but we choose to believe it to be. If it is ever genuine, our belief will be strengthened and will then become the cause of our happiness.
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