I’ve had this song running through my head all day. No reason, just woke up with it playing in the background of my mind. It’s a beautiful song, haunting, melancholy, almost emotionally draining, feelings pretty similar to holding a secret.
We all have secrets. Some are work related (an affinity for swiping post-it notes, for example), most are personal. Some are just about ourselves and some very much involve others. It’s easy to justify keeping a secret when it has the potential to impact someone who you care for, especially if it in turn will end up impacting you as well.
The question then becomes, what is the true motivation for keeping your secrets? Is the real reason you don’t tell someone you’ve cheated because you don’t want to hurt them? Or is it because you don’t want to face the fallout? The inevitable anger, disappointment, hurt, judgement. Is the real reason you don’t tell someone how you really feel about something because you don’t want to hurt their feelings? Or is it because you don’t want to face the consequences of rocking the boat? And then there are the secrets we’re burdened with by others.
We all want privacy. And we all make mistakes. But making a mistake means taking responsibility. Sometimes it’s best to burst the secret bubble and let that other person (or persons) in on it. Sometimes it’s best to shut your mouth. That’s a decision that you have to make. I have secrets; plenty of them. Most of them are soul crushing, gut wrenching, “oh my god I’m a horrible person” kind of secrets. And I don’t think that I have the right to share any of them just to make myself feel better. It’s my secret, it’s my mistake, it’s my burden and that makes it my load to carry. Who am I to put that on someone else’s shoulders just to relieve my own? Maybe it’s masochistic. Maybe it’s some sort of sick idea of penance for the things I’ve done. It doesn’t matter. It’s the decision I’ve made. And it’s something I carry with me every day, but it should be. Because that means I still have a conscience.
And besides, as the lovely ladies of The Pierces say, “cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.”