I come from a long line of secret keepers. Loud whisperers who kept their transgressions close to their beating chests, leaving everyone within arm’s length to wonder and worry and wish. I decided, along the way, that secrets were a form of bondage—a way to keep you sick. And so I have, slowly and reluctantly worked on ridding myself of as many secrets as I can. Or at least as many as I can without keeling over or losing my breath.
I’ve always been drawn to other people’s secrets because I know if I hear their secret I will love them more. I know if I hear their secret that, most likely, I will feel more human.
I know if I hear their secret and they hear mine that more light will shine through and we’ll be able to see each other better in an unencumbered way.
Yours In 20.7% Transparency,
Donna Don’t Get Crazy On Me