We all have secrets. We all have parts of ourselves that we don’t share with anyone else. But when do these veiled truths become destructive? What drives a person to live a double life? Why would a soccer dad by day become a pimp by night? Or why would a law-abiding woman in her 50s have another “self” who shoplifts?
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
— from The Shadow (1930–54)
We all have secrets; we live and breathe them every day. We may not know what one another’s secrets are, but we know they’re there. They’re always there, invisible presences in everyone’s lives, the subtext beneath the text, the almost uttered but then swallowed sentence, the cryptic, fleeting expression on someone’s face. Humankind’s basic needs are food, water, and shelter, but secrets aren’t too far down the list of essentials. They provide a safe haven that allows us the freedom to explore who we are, to establish an identity that is uniquely our own. But even the deepest secrets can also be shared; they are the currency of close relationships, the coin of exclusivity, sometimes the key to love itself.
Thru life we all have secrets, form our best friends, from our families but at times when it becomes too much we rather confide in strangers then in those close to us. We hold on to the belief keeping these secrets would result in the betterment of the situation. We guard it with our lives and carry it to our grave.... and some... Thru our journey we go into deals, promises, agreements, to keep our end of the bargain, our word is our honor, we dun babble or blurt out even in the face of the worst adversary.
Some secrets are between friends, things you just dont tell no matter how society perceives you, some secret are between some family members that you both carry to each other gravers. Point is, if it s a secret that it shall remain as such if you convicted the belief. No power on earth can remove or shake that conviction.
ITS is not for people to understand, figure out or deduce but merely to accept and move on
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