::ME::
In a place of voidness, I need colours. Blue, Red, Green.
May the colours tell of a story that will not let me regret.
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Friday, October 17, 2008
Secrets...
A secret past, some secret thoughts and many secret desires. Some secrets are dark, some are hilarious but many should be left untold.
To freely open up oneself to others requires a large amount of courage. For there are risks involve when one is opening up. Will there be acceptance, or will there be awkwardness, which is often followed by stigmatisation. In order to get acceptance from the 'normal people' one must select carefully how much to open up. The only way for 100% of a person to be known is when the mind hasn't found it's consciousness and awareness of other people's mindset. As like a child who just voices out what she thinks of the many objects in view, she hides nothing until the discovery of fear, the fear of voicing out thoughts that brings consequences, ones that induces harm.
I cannot deny I have my secrets too. But whether is there a need for them to be known is another matter. There is no measurement as to how much secrets one can have. It is of certain that one will not find himself lacking of secrets to hide. What might be useless information to others as it doesn't affect them one bit in fact might be a tipping point of the beholder. Once it's out for the world to know, chaos of the heart and mind ensure and there might even be breakdowns. In fact, many pursue the secrets of others due to the excitement and joy in the tension of waiting and knowing something that is restricted. It's curiosity that killed the cat(I wonder how).
A secretive man, leading a secretive life, with his secretive past and a secret crush.
Pursuing secret dreams and with secret hopes, he hides in the dark and speaks with a hush.
Some secrets are meant to be kept in the dark for it is to ugly to be shown to the world.
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