Trust: Science or Emotion?

Being a Medical Student, I do get to learn about some pretty interesting things. Whilst studying Endocrinology today, for example, I was amazed to learn that the 'mechanisms' behind trust can be explained by.....a hormone?


Oxytocin is a hormone made in a region of our brain called the hypothalamus. It is mainly involved in pregnancy, causing contraction of the uterus and milk ejection from the mammary glands. However, it has also been labelled as "the hormone of love, generosity & well-being".


Why so? Well - Oxytocin is released at several points in our lives. The main one obviously being during labour and giving birth. Oxytocin release in the brain at this point in time helps to promote a parent-offspring bond in certain mammalian species.. Including humans.


Yes, it's incredible, but prepare yourself for an even bigger shock... Oxytocin is also a key factor in love & marriage. According to my Endocrinology notes (I kid you not!), when female mammals orgasm during intercourse, the brain releases Oxytocin - this is responsible for the 'binding connection' that women feel with their partner, and explains why women get so 'emotionally involved' when sex is involved, and also why men seem to be much more 'detached'. I guess you can't get too angry at men now, since who can blame them for their chemical make-up..? 
But again, Oxytocin actually promotes monogamous bonds in certain mammalian species.. again, including humans!

How amazing is that? 
That the intense bonds between child and parent, between husband and wife, between friend and friend - can all be explained by one little hormone. With a cute name too - just say Oxytocin out loud - doesn't it make you go aww? 

Walter Anderson once said:
“We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy”
We have no idea how true that is!




But then, this got me to thinking - Trust is an extremely valuable entity. Once broken, it is very, very hard to rebuild again. 
Imagine Trust to be a beautiful, delicate transparent glass vase. It can be seen by others to be without tarnish. To be perfect. 
But then one day, the vase breaks.
Someone drops it accidentally, or even on purpose. It shatters into a hundred tiny pieces.
Instantly, the structure has been broken - the delicacy has been broken - the beauty has gone.
No matter how well you put the pieces back together, the cracks will always be visible. The beauty has gone, and the transparency ruined by the glue. The vase will probably never be nearly as strong as it was before breaking. 


Trust is like the vase - in the sense that it is a very precious commodity between two people. Something that those two individuals alone share - something that is unique to every couple in this world. Honesty and Sincerity are the key to the strong structure of the 'vase'. 


But when Honesty hides, and Sincerity shatters - what then?


Can the ultimate betrayal be forgiven by just a 'surge of Oxytocin'?


Can Science be the key to rebuilding a beautiful vase again? Can Science even be worthy of being a factor in overcoming the most gut-wrenching, anguishing pains of the heart?


Personally - I believe no amount of Science can ever explain how people can forgive and forget. Whether easily, or whether it takes several years to be able to move on from the hurt - this is definitely something that cannot be explained by hormone release.


I believe the character of a person explains how accommodating they can be. It takes real strength - real determination & drive - to be able to forgive a terrible wrong. Trust can take years and years to be rebuilt - as Friedrich Nietzsche once said: “I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you”.


Once you see through a person's lies, you instantly begin to think and rethink over everything that has been said to you up to this point - was any of it true..? How much of it was fabricated..? 


And the most painful question of all... Why..?








Trust is the most precious thing that two people in a relationship can share.
Be careful with it.


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Travelling down the love lane..




'Hum Hain Raahi Pyar Ke, Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte...'
-Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi

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Oh Heart.




Oh heart.
Foolish, naive heart.
For the times - and there were many - that you have lead me down the wrong path.
For the times you believed that all the hurt, the pain & the suffering was worth it.

Thank you brain.
For constantly being the voice of reason to a stubborn and naive individual.
For realising that actually, I should respect myself that much more.


For realising that I am something worthwhile.




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Sunday Secrets...


Note: I do not own the copyrights to this image - I am merely reposting it as this is something that resonates with me.


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Paris, je t'aime



One of the most beautiful short films I have seen.
'Paris, je t'aime' is a 2 hour length film into which 18 short movies are integrated. Each short movie represents one of the arrondissements - one of the 'districts' - of Paris.

This particular story takes place in Faubourg St Denis, and features Natalie Portman and Melchior Beslon. 

"After mistakenly believing that his girlfriend, a struggling actress, has broken up with him, a young blind man reflects on the growth and seeming decline of their relationship."

I don't want to say any more. Just watch it. :)



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Still I Rise.


Maya Angelou has to be one of my favourite poets.
The majority of her poems reflect the struggles faced by young Afro-Carribean women in a time of oppression and racism.
I particularly like this poem of hers, 'Still I Rise': I'm moving on with my life! :)




You may write me down in history



With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise

I rise

I rise.

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19/12


Oh heart.

If one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body,

Answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.




I miss you.
There isn't a week that goes by when I don't think of you.

I love you so much. Always have, always will.

R.I.P


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