LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s talk about trust. Not the kind of trust that makes you reveal the most guarded secrets of your soul to your best friend, not the kind of trust that makes people risk their lives for each other. LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s talk about the usual, everyday trust between people, the one we learn when weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re young. Ã¢â‚¬Å“True or falseÃ¢â‚¬? the kids ask each other when they play, learning to see the difference between the two- or are they learning to lie? When weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re kids, we have parents who we trust completely, always and in any situation. We disagree with them, we argue, we take offense, we fight- but despite it all we still trust them. As soon as we grow up this trust is usually gone. Of course some manage to keep it until the end of their lives, some exchange this trust for trust in the woman they love, for trust in God, for trust in a leader, for trust in some big and beautiful idea. But still our life is always a choise. True or false? Ã¢â‚¬Å“Trust me, I know the answersÃ¢â‚¬?. Ã¢â‚¬Å“She doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t love you, I know, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you trust me?Ã¢â‚¬? Ã¢â‚¬Å“Trust me, I know where to goÃ¢â‚¬?. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Trust me, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not dangerousÃ¢â‚¬?. We rate every man we meet by how much trust we have for him. Some get a lot of Ã¢â‚¬Å“trust pointsÃ¢â‚¬?, but only in a limited area, like math and history. Some get less, but in every field. There is no other way; no one knows the ultimate truth. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why we limit out trust, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re afraid to put too much of it into someone who isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t worthy. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re afraid to get hurt. All the human history is a story of losing trust in people. We replaced personal trust with laws and traditions. We created states- we donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t trust them in every little thing, but we still trust them more then we trust individuals. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re trying to make rules for everything, to plan our lives. We want a ready plan of actions for every possible situation. Then we wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to rely on other people, we wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to trust someone with our lives, our property, our feelings. We want safety, because we all have experience of being betrayed. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been betrayed too many times. Too many people who wanted us to trust them had abused our trust, betraying every one of us. This fear, the fear of being betrayed, rules our lives. We trust no one. We created democracy and elections, because we donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t trust our leaders. Husbands and wives sign contracts with each other, because despite their love theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re afraid to trust each other with their property. When our friends borrow money from us, we make them sign receipts. We sign paper after paper to make a simple trade. We invented lawyers, spies, bankers- professions based on lack of trust between people. We did our best to secure ourselves, to lose our need to trust someone. We left it in the past, in our childhood. Trusting is dangerous, so trust no one. Yet every now and again we want to be trusted, and when we arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t being trusted we feel offended. But why? WasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t it what we wanted? What we fought for? DidnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t we want this golden age of mistrust? Why do we all of a sudden want to get out of this safe, isolated, self-made Ã¢â‚¬Å“paradiseÃ¢â‚¬??