RECENTLY I FOUND myself immersed in a very provocative conversation with a friend about trust. She described herself as being in an existential crisis, or maybe a mid-life crisis – she wasn’t sure – but was finding herself hardly able to trust anyone, to the point of mild alarm.
Immediately I felt that inner synaptic flutter that usually signals: “Resonance. Pay attention. Yes, you recognise exactly what she is going through.” Once the subject of trust had been put out on the table, I knew the crisis she’d named belonged to me as well.
In the old days, it might have been called a ‘crisis ...
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