Aspects of Austen

I grew up believing that I could be a fairy. Fairies didn't have to worry about anything - all problems could be solved with the simple solution of (yes, you guessed it) pixie dust. Unfortunately, the realities of adulthood are not so easily rectified. Things that are broken cannot be cured with magic, especially not something as fragile as trust. It dawned on me that I do not have a great deal of trust nor faith in the people around me, and I used to think that this was a fairly common, even normal, phenomenon. But, I've come to the conclusion that it is a wildly discordant and (dare I speak frankly?) miserable way to live. Because not only do I not have faith in the people and circumstances around me, but I have used that fear and disillusionment as an excuse to mistrust the only one that can absolutely be trusted. God. And no, that wasn't meant as an expletive. He has come through for me time and time again, but how have I rewarded such faithfulness? With broke