
The light from the kitchen window falls across the dinner table — three plates, half-eaten, a phone buzzing somewhere nearby. A teenager scrolls, a parent answers one more email, while the TV glows down the hall. The scene isn't tragic, only ordinary — and that's the trouble. It's the quiet erosion of something once invisible and strong: attention, patience, trust.


Trust behaves like compound interest: it grows slowly, invisibly, and then all at once. Betrayal compounds too — one broken promise multiplies, and the deficit deepens. Yet the same law applies in reverse: each act of faithfulness restores more than itself, and the balance begins to turn.
When a generation learns again how to forgive, to stay, to begin again, the horizon shifts. That is not regression; it is repair — the patient rebuilding of confidence in one another, and through that, in the future itself.