I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.
We all have secrets. We've all kept secrets. We've had secrets kept from us, and we know how that feels.
None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.
I actually think that secrets are just a part of human nature and that everybody should have some.
Lots of hurtful secrets are better off kept. The problem is that people find it so hard to keep them.
Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough. Not only have I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets, but I have found that when I silently commune with people, they give up their secrets also - if you love them enough.
I think secrets are something that you keep or are afraid to share because you think they're going to harm you in some way. So if you don't have any secrets, then there's no way anyone can harm you.
Some secrets are meant to be taken to the grave, and that's what I plan on doing with all mine. They're not necessarily my secrets to tell. I'm the gatekeeper of other people's secrets.
I don't have secrets in my life. Everything is out there.
The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.