Why is it that trust, once broken, is one of the few things that is almost impossible to repair? It is the fear of repeatable offenses, an ego too large to squash twice, or is it stubbornness or perhaps bravery to not give one the opportunity to fix what is lost?
How much time does it take to regain this trust? Once trust is regained, is there an ability to trust more than what you once did? I have only given my trust to a very select few in my life, and it isn’t because I don’t think more are trustworthy, I just believe that trust should be one of the hardest things to earn in life. It is about honor, respect, faith, and love.
Trust is more evident as the holidays turn the corner. Strangers reach out for a helping hand; charity donations and food drives are plastered on every telephone pole and Internet site. Trust isn’t only between two people…it can simply be trusting in your brakes as you make your way down a steep hill. Trust and faith are quite frequently synonymous.
Below are some pictures that seem to display a deep trust between the subjects. Sometimes you don’t have a choice whether to trust or not, and sometimes trust isn’t obvious to every observer.
Base Jumping – parachute please open.
How do we know this snow won’t avalanche on the car?
Can you really have trust in the internet results?
Hopefully the engineers did their math correctly.
Well if this breaks we have quite a long way to the ground.
It is hard to trust in physics when you are about to be upside-down.
This rope better not break, and they better have a good grip.
With only two people in the plane, you better have a good pilot.
Children have an automatic trust in their mother.
I don’t think I would let a blade that close to my head.
Shoes…shoes…shoes. Why is every girl obsessed with shoes? It was impossible to not become a tomboy growing up competing with an older and a younger brother, but I still managed to inherit the female trait of an undying passion for shoes.
My love for art directly correlates to my love for shoes. I am not talking about bright pink stilettos or colorful summer wedges (a 6’1″ girl rarely needs those), but rather a love for customized Nikes. My heart skip a beat when I see a pair of Nike hightops newly inked with an old school Mario and Luigi. If only they were all featured in neon colors….you can never go wrong with neon.
I have always wanted to start a customizing company alongside a video company (perhaps one day it will become a reality), and the images below are just a quick snapshot of what inspires me. I am a firm believer that an individual’s shoes best repressent their personality. Boat shoes = preppy / always prepared with a beer koozie. Crazy looking designer heels = high maintenance. Scuffed up shoes = unorganized / not worried about making a good impression. Sandals = casual / satisfied with a mimosa and a beach chair. Rain boots = afraid to get wet and let loose or just ultra-prepared. Custom Nikes = laid back / athletic / stylish / coolest person you know. I stereotyped everyone (didn’t mean to offend as I have worn them all) and obviously made my Nike category of shoes the most awesome but you see my point.
I love to celebrate the kid inside of myself as often as I can. These shoes bring me back to the good ole days of playing Nintendo with my brothers and eating pop rocks, not a discussion about politics or how high my rent is being raised next month.
I pulled all of these images from random sites I often visit. ENJOY! (and buy me a pair).