Time Will Tell

I'm sitting here.
At my dinner table.
The same one I've had for ever.
My grandmother's 
from her childhood.

Listening to Holy Oak.

And I just keep asking the same question:
Can people be trusted?

Can we?

The more you live trusting others
the more vulnerable you become.
The more precious things you acquire.

And the more precious things I acquire
the more I have to ask if I can entrust them to others.
Will you get them back?

Do people hurt others intentionally?
Can we live with courage and trust?

I just simply want to believe that doing the right thing will work out in the end.
But the more I live the more I have evidenced the opposite.

Maybe the question is:
How much can you bare? How much risk are you willing to have?
If the answer isn't much, then don't acquire much
because you will have to trust people at some point
and people will disappoint each other.

What can we bare?
Are we trustworthy?
How far can we go?

I will continue to believe the answer to all of these is:
Much.
Yes.
Far.

I hope to continue as far as we can go.