Go read it.
It is always a habit to log on every Sunday to post secret and view the new secrets that people send. Everyone wants to know everyone else’s secret. To identify with them, hoping that you are not alone and someone else in the world has that same secret as you. It’s like I don’t have to know you but thanks for your existence kind of thing.
Some of them are really funny, some are heartwarming and sweet, some are like okay..i don’t really need to know that, but most of them makes me want to cry.
I don’t envy the person who started this project. Imagine doing it everyday, reading someone else’s secret, wishing you could help but all of them are anonymous. You have to hope that you chose the right postcard to post.
I don’t dig for secrets to know and I don’t like people who hound others to tell them (it feels like they want to be part of the club, everyone deserves to have their secrets). I believe that when someone doesn’t want to tell you something, it is either they are not ready or that you really don’t need to know it at the moment for the consequences might be worse and the hurt might be deeper. However, for every secret that I do know, I am very honoured, for the person for telling me and for being the one to share it with them.
Ok la, this is so freaking depressing. This is a happy blog remember? Happiness yo!
I let you know a secret of mine.
When I was younger, I always think that the life I am living is probably a dream. (this is way before I watch any matrix movie.) and that the real me is in a coma somewhere. One day, I am going to wake up from all this and discover the truth. (rather morbidly I wonder if I am actually a guy. Shucks, I do like long hair and shopping and skirts though.)
It terrified me then. But now, I hope I do own a Gucci bag then.
Kidding!
I find it a release to read and cry (actually I teared only, because crying at night makes your eyes really puffy in the morning and women in my family never cry! We just tear! Rah!).
Indeed, there are two kinds of secret,
The ones that we keep from others and
The ones we hide from ourselves.
Some of them are really funny, some are heartwarming and sweet, some are like okay..i don’t really need to know that, but most of them makes me want to cry.
I don’t envy the person who started this project. Imagine doing it everyday, reading someone else’s secret, wishing you could help but all of them are anonymous. You have to hope that you chose the right postcard to post.
I don’t dig for secrets to know and I don’t like people who hound others to tell them (it feels like they want to be part of the club, everyone deserves to have their secrets). I believe that when someone doesn’t want to tell you something, it is either they are not ready or that you really don’t need to know it at the moment for the consequences might be worse and the hurt might be deeper. However, for every secret that I do know, I am very honoured, for the person for telling me and for being the one to share it with them.
Ok la, this is so freaking depressing. This is a happy blog remember? Happiness yo!
I let you know a secret of mine.
When I was younger, I always think that the life I am living is probably a dream. (this is way before I watch any matrix movie.) and that the real me is in a coma somewhere. One day, I am going to wake up from all this and discover the truth. (rather morbidly I wonder if I am actually a guy. Shucks, I do like long hair and shopping and skirts though.)
It terrified me then. But now, I hope I do own a Gucci bag then.
Kidding!
I find it a release to read and cry (actually I teared only, because crying at night makes your eyes really puffy in the morning and women in my family never cry! We just tear! Rah!).
Indeed, there are two kinds of secret,
The ones that we keep from others and
The ones we hide from ourselves.
posted by flower power honey bananas at 10:54 PM
2 Comments:
Indeed, there are two kinds of secret,
The ones that we keep from others and
The ones we hide from ourselves.
Did you pen that yourself? 'Tis very profound.
ahah.. no.. its from the site ... oops .. its from the author
julia
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