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Doubt facilitates the ability to formulate a reason. Fear, however, often leads to acceptance of the status quo and those who dare doubt the foundation of what it is that they experience are often met with a very strong force of opposition.

It is in doubt that one can fully comprehend the complexity of a concept. It is in doubt that ideas are examined. The kind of doubt that facilitates progress and the accumulation of knowledge must always be nurtured. It is in nurturing the questions that we come about with answers that satiate our thirst of wanting to understand. This is how faith is nourished.

There are instances, on the other hand, where doubt is seen as a threat. Relationships are often threatened when one doubts. We are taught, perhaps by society itself, that it is extremely unacceptable for someone to doubt the truthfulness of one's feelings. To ask whether his or her partner is seeing someone else is often thought of as a poison, a very strong force of betrayal. To doubt one's faithfulness is deemed to be offensive.

This kind of doubt is like an arrow piercing through the depths of a relationship. This kind of doubt is often accompanied by a significant shade of green. But this kind of doubt also gives way to something more special. It gives way to effort. Effort is the icing on top of that red velvet cake. It is sweet, creamy, and moist. It is like honey and tea on a cold, rainy day. Comforting. Being pursued, being given effort, to quench that doubt, makes bonds stronger. This is how trust is strengthened.

Answers, favours, and things of great need, are generously provided to those who are not afraid to ask.

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Understanding is a big word. What does it mean to understand a story? Or perhaps a reason? There's something about understanding that we all, at some point in our lives, refuse to understand. But, admit it or not, we all want a sliver of it. A drop of whatever understanding the world could offer us. Kindness is rare. Understanding is even more so.

So here I sit, very darn early in the morning, wondering when the world would drop me a serving of a little understanding. I find it quite sad that when all a person needs is for someone to understand his or her plight, it is often met with strong opinions regarding the contrary. I feel slighted at how I am given very little of it when all I am asking for is an open mind to see the reality behind every word I am saying. 

I suppose it is easier for people not to understand because then, they wouldn't have to feel the stinging rejection I felt the day I dropped the phone to ask.