On the DL

Recently, a friend opened up to me after a PostSecret event, relaying to me a secret of her own that startled me.

It reminded me of an aspect of my life I have always believed in: never hold anything back from the ones you love because some day they might not be around to hear it. That each moment is special and a gift; the seconds we waste contemplating our next few words may possibly be the last we relay.

I've dedicated this site to opening up about my experience with unemployment and the search to change that status, but I have kept some of my opinions mum because they were inappropriate, involved some expletives, or showed a side of myself that many (including my person) would be ashamed to read.

We should not worry so much about "not supposed to" because each feeling or urge we have is natural. I do not enjoy telling people that I've applied to 100 jobs and no one has responded. That I know what I want to do, finally, but cannot seem to find anyone to believe in the possibility of me. I think of what my friend Robert might have done after graduation, and silently think he's mildly lucky for not having to worry about it because he is no longer living.

Secrets are a huge part of a person's build: they are experiences, fears or life patterns that help build a personality and make a person the way they are. By sharing them, holes are drilled in the walls around our hearts and some lucky individuals are allowed to peep inside.

In turn, trust can be a cruel mistress: people are not as kind to secrets as they should and eventually a personal thought can escalate into a full blown out-there-for-all-to-see truth.

Which begs the question: is a secret worth sharing if it might possibly be exploited?

Oh most definitely. Why spend all that time living in fear?

Thanks for listening.