What is a secret? Is a secret as simple as something hidden from others? Are secrets the same as deception? I have kept secrets. I have kept secrets to protect myself and I have kept secrets to protect others. I wonder if there are people who have never had to keep a secret. I have wished to live the life of a person who’s never had to keep a secret. What a joyous wonder it must be to have a conscious which holds no secrets. To be open and honest with everyone about everything; to not worry about hurting someone or divulging a something about yourself that you don’t want the world to know, It must be an amazing existence not to have the secret. Are there people like that in our society? Are there still people in this country who don’t have anything to hide from anyone? If there is anyone who lives like that, please share your secret with the rest of us (no pun intended). A world with no secrets holds no lies. The secret and the lie are husband and wife. People lie to protect their secrets. Secrets & lies spawn mistrust and deception.
My eyes have bared witness to things which I cannot discuss or share with anyone. I guard my tongue with my life. I hold secrets from co-workers. I hold secrets from friends. I hold secrets from my children. I hold secrets from strangers…like you. I hold secrets from my wife. My spirit holds precious cargo. Those of you who have read my previous posts know what kind of secrets I have held or been forced to hold. Those of you who know the torturous burden of carrying a secret such as that, understand what a secret can do to a person’s spirit: stain which covers you. Holding secrets doesn’t protect you from yourself. You know the truth. The people you conceal your secrets from live a blissful ignorance while you agonize over holding in the truth.
If we do things we don’t want other people to know, should we be doing those things? Let’s make this question more precise: Are you hiding something you enjoy doing from someone? If society doesn’t condone the things you like to do then why don’t you stop doing them? Are we afraid to live our lives in the open? Why are things private and personal? If we all do the same thing then why do we seek to be private?
No society is going to collectively agree that everything someone does is perfect. Is there a perfect person among us? Is there at least a person we all agree does everything right? Here we are allowing a society to define us but we as a society can’t get the perfect definition. So what about our lives we can’t share with each other? Why do we have secrets about our lives we can’t share with each other? If nobody is perfect can’t we understand our imperfections? If nobody’s perfect and nobody live the ideal life then why aren’t we able to be honest about who we are? Are we all doing things we know we shouldn’t be doing? Is that the reason for all the secrets?
I have found the opposite of a secret to be very rewarding. I have found secrets’ opposite removes stains like a soothing bath. Secrets’ opposite is a confession and confession cleanses the spirit. This type of cleansing you can’t pass up Cuddlebug. You may get in trouble for your secret, but at least it won’t be a secret anymore. You have to remove these stains from your spirit or else the filth of them all will make you unrecognizable. The burden of a secret eats away at your spirit. I love you Cuddlebug. I haven’t forgotten. I miss you.
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