Secrets

I know I don’t know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
But can they keep it
Oh no they can’t...

How good are you at keeping secrets? Both your own and those belonging to other people? Is it better to get them off your chest, as in the concept of "a problem shared is a problem halved", or do you believe it's best to keep these things to yourself?

I am rubbish at keeping my own secrets. Say I like someone- I invariably tell them, and invariably they don't return the feelings, but I never learn! Say I've done something I maybe shouldn't have (in a giggly eye-rolling naughty way)- I tell a friend who then berates me for it. I seem totally incapable of keeping things to myself...I try hard and then I open my mouth and just spill!

Other people's secrets, on the other hand, I'm good at keeping. There's some I've kept so long I've forgotten them, some I'm not even sure are secrets anymore, some are more recent and some I will never stop thinking about. My life revolves around trying to be a good friend- trying to make people happy. And keeping secrets is part of that, obviously, and I often find I'm keeping quiet about something that everyone else knows, anyway!

Postsecret. Clearly, a lot of people have secrets that are eating them up, and they feel they have to share them. Conversely, it may be that sharing helps others;

I think that when we read other people's secrets in your books, on your blog, or at your events, we read a secret we didn't know we had or a new look on things and a greater understanding that we already have and it just takes someone else's story to have it awakened.

We can look at people in the streets and see something we wouldn't have and think, "Maybe it was that person's secret." and then we feel more connected to people by realizing that maybe we all carry the same secrets.

So many people must have the same, or similar, secrets to other people, and only don't realise because they don't share them. I made a Postsecret once, and didn't send it, because in putting it on paper, it lost all its power, and eventually it came true. I still have it though, ready to send it, if needs be.

Perhaps, all the power of a secret is lost in the telling. Perhaps the power increases. I'm waffling. What do you think?

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this;
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

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Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah...