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Where Trust Lives

 

 

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I once shared a frustration with him that I suspect many people carry quietly. “It feels like nothing is in my control,” I said. I began listing what was bothering me: people making decisions I disagreed with, family members behaving differently than I wished, friends not responding as I expected, situations unfolding contrary to my plans, the economy, the news, the future. By the time I finished, I felt even more overwhelmed than when I had started, as though naming the list had only made it heavier.

He listened patiently, then asked a simple question. “Of all the things you mentioned, how many are actually under your direct control?”

The answer was uncomfortable. Very few. He walked me through a couple of them to make the point concrete. The news, for instance. I did not control what happened in the world, only whether I chose to watch it at midnight and let it follow me into sleep. Even a family member’s behavior, the thing that felt most personal and urgent, was not something I could reach into and adjust. I could only control how I responded, what I said, and what I did next. Item by item, the list I had recited so easily began to look different. Almost none of it belonged to me.

That question has followed me since, because it revealed something I had never fully appreciated. Many of us spend enormous emotional energy trying to manage things outside our control. We worry about them. We obsess over them. We argue about them. We lose sleep over them. Yet despite all that effort, they remain stubbornly beyond our reach.

He explained that this is one of the most common struggles he encounters when speaking with people. On the surface, the complaints often sound different, but their root is usually the same. My spouse won’t change. My children don’t listen. My colleagues don’t understand. My family doesn’t support me. My circumstances aren’t improving. The words differ, but the pain beneath is always the same: something is out of control, and it hurts to admit it.

The surprising part came next. “Your self is under your control,” he said, “and so are your relationships.”

I paused. Relationships? I had expected him to say that only my thoughts and actions were under my control, the usual answer, the one I already half knew. But relationships? He explained what he meant. We cannot control other people, but we can invest in our relationships with them, and that investment often creates something far more powerful than control. Influence.

Most people secretly want influence, but they pursue control instead, and control almost always damages the very relationships in which influence grows.

I thought of a father I once knew who desperately wanted his son to follow a particular path in life, the one he himself had never been able to walk. He pushed hard: strict rules about how the boy spent his evenings, constant comparisons to other children, and long lectures whenever the son showed interest in anything else. The harder the father pushed, the more resistance grew. Arguments increased. Distance grew. Conversations that used to happen easily over dinner became short and guarded. The father worked as hard as he could, yet he lost influence with every passing month instead of gaining it.

Now imagine a different approach. The parent continues to guide, advise, and set boundaries where appropriate. But also invests deeply in the relationship itself: listening, understanding, showing respect, building trust, and creating emotional safety. Years later, when the child faces a difficult decision, whose voice is most likely to matter? The voice of the person who controlled them, or the voice of the person they trust? Influence grows where trust exists. Control rarely produces trust.

This is why he emphasized something many people find difficult. Learn to live with disagreement.

At first, that may sound almost passive. Shouldn’t we try to convince people? Shouldn’t we correct them? Shouldn’t we argue for what we believe is right? Sometimes, yes. But the problem isn’t disagreement itself. It is the inability to tolerate it.

Many relationships break down not because people disagree, but because one or both parties conclude that disagreement makes the relationship unsafe. A husband and wife disagree on how to raise their children, and instead of treating it as one more thing two people are working through together, they treat it as evidence that something is wrong between them. Friends disagree politically, and the friendship quietly shrinks around the topic until there is less and less room to talk at all. Siblings disagree about how to care for an aging parent, and years of closeness give way to tension neither of them quite knows how to name. In each case, the disagreement was survivable. What was not survivable was the fear beneath it, the sense that being different from someone meant losing them.

Healthy relationships require a different skill: the ability to say, “I disagree with you, but I still value you.” That sentence may be one of the most important foundations of mature relationships.

I remember a friend who kept an unusually close relationship with his father despite real differences between them, the kind that in most families would have hardened into permanent distance. One day I asked him how they managed it. He smiled. “We stopped trying to win.” I asked what he meant. “We realized that preserving the relationship mattered more to both of us than winning every argument.” That did not mean they abandoned their convictions or pretended to agree when they didn’t. It meant they learned to place the relationship above the need to dominate the conversation, so that being right and being close no longer competed with each other.

That conversation reminded me of something he emphasized repeatedly. Invest in relationships. Not occasionally, not when convenient, but regularly and intentionally.

The word investment is important because investments rarely yield immediate returns. You invest time. You invest attention. You invest patience. You invest understanding, sometimes for years, and it can feel as if nothing is happening at all. Then one day a crisis comes, a conflict emerges, a difficult conversation becomes necessary, and suddenly the trust you built over years is available exactly when you need it.

Trust functions like a savings account. Small deposits accumulate over time: listening when you could have interrupted, being honest when dishonesty would have been easier, keeping commitments, admitting mistakes, showing reliability, and demonstrating goodwill. Each of these is a deposit, made quietly and often without any visible return. I think of the elderly couples who seem able to weather almost anything together, and how their steadiness is rarely the result of a single dramatic act of love. It is usually the result of thousands of small deposits made over decades, most of them too ordinary to remember individually, all of them adding up to a kind of trust that can absorb a real crisis without breaking. Eventually, those deposits become influence.

He made another important point. Not only should we build trust in others, but we should also build trustworthiness within ourselves. That distinction matters. Many people want to be trusted, yet fewer focus on becoming trustworthy. Trustworthiness is built through consistency. Do your actions match your words? Do you keep your promises? Do you act with integrity when no one is watching? Can people rely on you? These questions determine influence far more than intelligence, authority, or charisma ever could.

I once worked with someone who had no formal leadership position, title, or special authority. Yet everyone, including those well above him in rank, quietly sought his opinion before making difficult decisions. Why? Because over the years he had developed a reputation for fairness, honesty, and consistency. He said the same thing to your face as he did behind your back. He admitted when he was wrong just as readily as he pointed out when others were. People trusted him, and that trust became a kind of authority no title could have given him.

This is one of life’s great paradoxes. The more desperately we try to control people, the less influence we often wield. The more we focus on building trust and relationships, the greater our influence tends to be.

Many people believe their influence grows when they become louder, more forceful, more persuasive, and more argumentative. Yet influence often grows through quieter qualities: patience, reliability, empathy, consistency, humility, and trust. This does not mean becoming passive. It does not mean abandoning principles or accepting everything without question. It simply means recognizing where genuine influence comes from. Not coercion. Connection.

As I reflected on our conversation, I realized something uncomfortable. Much of my frustration stemmed from investing heavily in things I could not control while neglecting those I could. I worried about changing people, but spent less time strengthening relationships. I worried about gaining influence, but spent less time becoming trustworthy. I worried about being understood, but spent less time understanding others.

Perhaps that is why his advice felt so practical. If you want greater influence, invest in relationships. If you want stronger relationships, build trust. If you want trust, become trustworthy. None of this guarantees that people will agree with you, that others will change, or that outcomes will be perfect. But it does place your energy where it can make a difference.

And perhaps that is one of the wisest shifts a person can make. Stop trying to control people. Start investing in relationships. Because in the end, influence grows where trust lives.

Your Role Is Influence, Not Control

 

 

 

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I said it with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. “I’ve explained this so many times,” I told him. “I’ve tried different approaches. I’ve been patient. I’ve been firm. I’ve reasoned with them. I’ve reminded them. But nothing changes.”

He listened without interrupting.

“I honestly don’t know what else I’m supposed to do,” I said, after waiting for almost a minute.

He remained silent for a moment. It was as though he wanted the question to settle before responding. Then he asked quietly, “What is it that you’re trying to achieve?”

The question seemed too obvious. “I want them to change,” I replied.

He nodded, but instead of responding, he asked another question. “And do you think that is your responsibility?”

I looked at him, slightly puzzled. “What do you mean? If I care about someone, of course I want them to change.”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he said gently. “I asked whether it is your responsibility.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. Until that moment, I had never separated the two. Caring for someone and wanting them to change had always seemed inseparable. If someone I loved was making poor decisions, wasn’t it natural to feel responsible for helping them become different?

Perhaps he sensed my confusion. “Tell me,” he said, “have you ever changed simply because someone else wanted you to?”

I smiled sheepishly and said, “No.”

“What made you change?” He asked.

I thought for a while. “Usually…” I said slowly, “I changed when I became convinced that I needed to.”

He nodded again. “So the real decision was yours.”

“Yes.”

“And yet,” he continued, “you expect other people to change merely because you have explained something well.”

I laughed quietly. When he put it that way, it sounded surprisingly unreasonable.

He wasn’t suggesting that explanations don’t matter. Of course they do. Advice can illuminate something we have failed to notice. A sincere conversation can open a door that had remained closed. Sometimes another person’s words become the beginning of a profound change. But none of those things actually cause the change. At best, they invite it. That distinction had never been clear to me before.

He seemed to notice the thought forming in my mind. “You can present an idea,” he said. “You can explain it patiently. You can answer questions. You can even become an example of what you are trying to teach. But you cannot decide on another person’s behalf.”

For a while neither of us spoke. As I reflected on his words, something uncomfortable began to surface. The truth was that I wasn’t merely trying to help. I was trying to make sure they changed. Until that moment, I had never admitted that to myself. I had described my efforts as concern, sincerity, or care. And all of those were genuine. But hidden beneath them was another expectation, one I had never questioned. If I explained things clearly enough… If I found the right words… If I remained patient long enough… Surely they would change.

Looking back, I realized that most of my frustration had not come from their behavior. It had come from the gap between my expectation and reality.

He offered an example. “Imagine a father whose son is making poor choices. The father stays awake at night thinking, ‘Perhaps I haven’t explained it well enough. Maybe I need to speak more firmly. Maybe I need one more conversation.'” He paused for a while and then said, “Do you think the father’s desire is wrong?”

“No,” I replied immediately.

“Neither do I,” he said. “His love is real. His concern is real. But if he begins to believe that his son’s transformation depends entirely upon him, love quietly turns into something else.”

“Control?” I offered.

He smiled and said, “Yes.”

The word lingered in my mind. Control rarely announces itself. It often disguises itself as concern. We convince ourselves that we are simply trying to help, while quietly expecting another person to become who we think they should be. When they don’t, disappointment slowly becomes frustration, frustration becomes pressure, and pressure begins to damage the very relationship we were trying to protect.

I sat there thinking about conversations I had repeated over and over again. Each time, I believed I was offering guidance. But each unsuccessful attempt felt strangely personal, as though their decision reflected my own failure. Now I was beginning to understand why.

I had unconsciously taken responsibility for something that had never belonged to me.

He broke the silence. “You can influence people,” he said. “Sometimes deeply. Sometimes for a lifetime. But influence and control are not the same thing.”

I repeated the sentence quietly to myself. Influence… Not control. For the first time, I realized that I had spent years confusing the two. Perhaps that is why I had become so exhausted. Trying to influence someone requires sincerity, wisdom, and patience. Trying to control them requires carrying a burden no human being was ever meant to carry.

As we stood to leave, he said one final thing. “The moment you believe that another person’s change is your responsibility, you begin carrying a weight that does not belong to you.”

I walked away thinking about that. Maybe the deepest form of care is not found in trying to control another person’s journey, but in faithfully offering what we can, while respecting that the journey itself is still theirs.

Until that day, I had believed that caring meant making sure people changed. Now I was beginning to see that caring and controlling are not the same thing.

And perhaps wisdom begins when we finally learn the difference.