Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren’t true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?
I am not afraid of either. There are those who have no idea how to “fly” at all by their own intuition. Either dilema, whether you are being made foolish through gullibility, or are too much a skeptic that you are unable to believe, could be solved by listening to that still small voice inside. The problem is, most don’t trust themselves enough in order to hear that voice. More is the pity.
If you are too gullible, the world takes advantage of you. Those who are untrustworthy see you as an easy mark coming down the road. It’s easy enough to spot these, just a bit too much flattery, a well placed smile can disguise even the most insidious and malicious nature. As the saying goes – fool me once, shame on you, fool me again, shame on me.
If you are too skeptical, there is nothing anyone can say or do to reassure you. Your heart is closed, your intuition shut off, and there is naught anything that anyone can do to get through until the walls are let down, or by chance there is a crack in the facade. Nevermind how carefully it is constructed.
I once knew a man, a very important one at that, in fact. No matter how I would throw open my thoughts to him, nor give he, whom I considered my friend, the most honest and heartfelt answers to his questions, he would never quite believe me. Perhaps, in his life of being a very important man, he was so used to others taking advantage of him. In the end, though I still cared for him very much, I had to realize that nothing I could do or say would ever change his being skeptical around me. I understood that it was not personal – it was simply the way he was. I always would say a silent prayer to myself that I would never become so closed as he had become. I never wanted to miss the chance of experiencing any kind of wonder in life because my heart had become so hardened.
Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction / Folklore, Legend & Mythology
Word Count: 365
Crossposted to:
Life Belongs to Sekhmet 
visible only to fanny
“No matter how I would throw open my thoughts to him, nor give he, whom I considered my friend, the most honest and heartfelt answers to his questions, he would never quite believe me.”
I know how that feels Fanny. The words following this give me a bit of hope that Bil and I will eventually work something out.
visible only to atia
~Fanny smiles at her friend.~
I’faith, I find myself wondering if Bill is actually not as hard a man as you might think. The one I have spoken of, I hope that he will believe me at long last. Bill has a good heart.
Re: visible only to atia
Indeed he does. I just fear that our cultures may be too different for him to adjust to Fanny, but I am hanging in there.