Maybe

What a word...."maybe". I hate that word. I hate giving it as an answer. I hate receiving it as an answer. The only time I like it is when it's sarcastic and leading up to an answer that WILL be "yes". I think that Jack Johnson put it best when he sang "it seems to me that 'maybe' pretty much always means 'no'". It does seem that way, now doesn't it, Jack Johnson? That's what I mean by only liking the word when the outcome is sure to be yes...like when it's said in a sarcastically cute way with the rolling of the eyes and the answer sounding more like "Maayybeeeeee...".
I am a very happy girl. Over the past couple of days, things have been randomly rocky - nothing huge (like the hole that Clayton fell in on Saturday night...) but just little glitches. Do you know what I've learned from it? Something that I already knew - trust, belief and faith are all that you can have in a person. There are things in life to where the answer is "maybe", but in my mind, I always treat it as a "yes". I trust people. I trust my friends. I trust those who love me and in return, I ask them to trust me. They do. They trust me enough to tell me the truth, no matter how hard it is, and that is all that I ever ask of anyone. It's all we can ask, I think. With trust comes love, security, comfort, knowing that you can make an ass out of yourself and it won't matter, pride and a true sense of self. I think that we get a "true sense of self" from trusting another person because we are able to be ourselves around that person and are able to safely find out who we are. This works on many different levels, and I am referring to a few different subjects all at once....but the truth of the matter is....it all comes down to trust.


Maybe far away,
or maybe real near by....
A month ago, the answer would have been "far away".
But now it's not.
Now it's 5 days.
Just in case you were curious.