Every day, we put our lives in the hands of a stranger without thinking much about it. We barely even notice it.
We walk into a restaurant, trusting that the chef knows how to cook our meal safe and delicious.
We board a bus, trusting the driver to get us home.
We step onto an airplane, trusting pilots we’ve never met.
We lie on an operating table, trusting a surgeon we met an hour ago.
Most of these people don’t know our names, and we don’t know theirs either. Yet we trust them anyway.
We trust them for a reason, of course. They come with proof: a medical degree, a pilot’s license, a chef who’s passed the test.
But beyond all that trust in strangers, there’s one person many of us trust the least: ourselves
We’ve lived our own lives. We know our story better than anyone ever could, and yet we still question our trust in ourselves.
We often second-guess our decisions.
We wait for validation before taking the next step.
We assume everyone else knows better than us.
Trusting ourselves doesn’t mean believing that we’ll always be right. It means believing that, even if we are in the wrong, we will learn, adapt and keep moving.
Everyone we trust was once someone who started to trust themselves enough to begin.