Tag: emotional intelligence

TRUST IS TOO EXPENSIVE A WORD TO GIVE TO CHEAP PEOPLE..

There comes a point in life where you stop handing out trust like complimentary samples. You stop assuming hearts mirror your own, or that loyalty is a universal language. You realize, slowly and painfully, that trust is a currency, and the most bankrupt people are often the ones demanding it the loudest.

Trust is not a bargain-bin word.

It is not a discount emotion.

It is not something to be placed in careless hands that drop everything except their excuses.

Cheap people, emotionally cheap, morally cheap, spiritually cheap, parade around with empty souls wrapped in expensive egos. They want all the benefits of your sincerity without ever paying the price of honesty. They want access to your softness without offering consistency. They want the keys to your heart, but not the responsibility that comes with entering it.

They live on credit, borrowing affection, borrowing time, borrowing patience, and never paying any of it back.

The tragedy is that people with big hearts often cannot fathom how small others can be. You think loyalty is the default, while for many it is merely an option. You think promises hold weight, while for them words are thrown like confetti, pretty in the moment, meaningless once they hit the floor.

You learn that trust must be earned, not assumed.

Protected, not poured.

Measured, not gifted without thought.

And so you begin to filter your circle.

You become intentional.

You become selective.

You become protective of your peace, not because you are cold, but because you finally understand the cost of letting the wrong people in.

Trust is expensive because it is built from your wounds, your time, your truth, your history. It is stitched together from the nights you did not sleep and the days you kept going anyway. It is made from all the pieces of you that you fought hard to keep alive.

People who never built anything in themselves will never respect something that took you years to rebuild.

So let them call you guarded.

Let them call you distant.

Let them call you changed.

Let them call you anything, as long as they can no longer call you naive.

Because trust is too expensive a word to give to cheap people, and peace is too precious a thing to lose twice.

Do I trust my instincts?

Do you trust your instincts?

“Build your path on intuition your gut has never lied to you. When energy speaks, trust it. When something feels wrong, walk away. When it feels right, move boldly.”

Oh, hell yes.

If life has taught me anything, it is that intuition is not a luxury, it is a survival tool, a compass forged in fire, sharpened by experience, and refined through every betrayal, every disappointment, every victory, and every moment of clarity. Some people learn to trust their instincts. Others are forced to. I fall into the second category.

There was a time when my heart was softer, when I handed out trust like it was something I could afford to lose. My kindness ran ahead of my caution, and my belief in others often drowned out the quiet warnings inside me. I ignored the whispers in my spirit because I wanted to believe in the good so badly. I wanted to give people the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to see light where there was shadow.

But life has a way of correcting our illusions, in the most scariest of ways.

Every time I silenced my gut, I paid the price. Every time I overlooked red flags, thinking love or loyalty could repaint them, life showed me consequences that were too sharp to forget. And slowly, through the heartbreaks, the disappointments, and the lessons that felt more like scars, I realised that my intuition had never failed me. I had failed it.

Now? .. I listen.

I trust the quiet voice within me more than any sweet words offered outside of me. I trust the subtle shifts in energy, the tightening in my chest, the unexplainable knowing that tells me when something is off. And I trust the warmth, too, the ease, the comfort, the peaceful certainty that tells me when something or someone is good for me.

If it is not good, I feel it immediately. No matter how well someone hides their intentions, my gut recognises the truth before my mind catches up. And when something is right, truly right. I feel that too, unmistakably, like a light turning on inside my spirit.

Intuition is not a guess, it is memory. It is wisdom disguised as instinct. It is every lesson you have ever survived speaking through you at once. And the more life tries to break you, the sharper your instincts become. Mine have become my shield, my guide, and my warning system. I do not doubt them anymore. I do not question them. They have carried me through storms I never thought I would nor could escape.

So yes.. I trust my instincts with everything in me. They are the reason I am still standing. They are the reason I can walk away without guilt, cut ties without apology, and protect my peace without hesitation. My intuition has never lied to me. People have. Emotions have. Words have. But my gut? Never.

In a world full of masks and motives, my intuition is my truth. And I live by it, unapologetically.