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Thursday, October 11, 2007 15:55

There's this 'PostSecrets' book going around the stores. Basically, people just slot in postcards with their secrets written anonymously on the other side. When I saw the advertisement, it struck me like never before, to have the urge to do it - write my little secret bits on pieces of paper and slot them randomly around. Maybe, some random person will on a random day randomly discover the random secret I left, and that means my random secret is uncovered. Maybe, maybe, the random secret of mine would have touched the heart of that random person who found it, and maybe, that random person may change certain perspectives because of that random message of mine.

But of course, I won't know who that random person will be, and neither will that person know that I'm the random person who left the message. Come and think of it, what a good way to share your true feelings. Because you do not have to be aware of the type of audience you'll get, only will you be totally open and true to yourself, and speak your mind, literally. Since you do not know which random person will pick your secret up, you won't bother thinking about what that random person would feel after reading it; or MORE IMPORTANTLY, you won't bother about how that random person will make you feel after he/she reads your secrets because you won't even know who he/she will be!

The world will definitely be a happier place if everyone on this planet comes clean - with ourselves. But this projection of the future will only extend into a utopia which never coexists with the reality.

Then again, what good comes out of coming clean? The consequences might even be too catastrophic to bear. It's not something that's predictable, measurable like how earth crust movements are measured to fortell a tsunami. Even with these gadgets in place tsunami still wiped out cities, did it not?

When things do not concern me, I usually risk damaging my butt shape by sitting on the fence, watching both sides of the same event as I would a video clip. When you are the audience, you get to see a bigger picture - a fuller one because you see both sides of the garden, and a more detailed one as you follow the characters through their show. Then you'll know, for example, which gardener was blamed for mishandling the shrubs when it was a worm which ate the leaves. Not entirely the gardener's fault, yes. And then you'll also see everything else - every, little, thing else.

Sit on the fence, and you'd be blessed with a bird-eye's view. But, the task usually leaves you a pain in your ass. Metaphorically, and literally.

Because you are hinging on a surface area so small, you tend to lean over to either side of the garden. But you can't, because having seen everything in both gardens, you'll find worms in Garden A as well as ants in Garden B. You can't bring yourself to either side, because you can't accept either side totally. At the end of the day, you are painstakingly maintaining your good sitting posture - on the fence, of course.

Because I wanted transparency to everything, every side to every story, being honest and justifiable, I get such a pain in the ass. So maybe it's just better if I just ignore the worms or the ants on either side, and just pick one side of the garden to stand on.

But I can't, because I've seen everything.

As for myself, if I were to come clean and break it out, I would damage the entire equilibrium I tried to maintain. For your sake. To lengthen happy moments by not risking anything.

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