What is it about our secrets that causes us to hide them from the world? In and of themselves, they are just bits of information. Snippets of knowledge belonging to a larger context. Knowledge has no description except it is attributed to something else. Why does information about ourselves invoke feelings? Does a stop sign being red make you feel ashamed? Worried? Aren’t our secrets, by technicality, the same likeness of the color of the sign?
Why then do we hide our “colors”?
i swear sumtimes i can think of the most abstract things and express them in the most insightful ways. i’ll never understand it, but it just flows. these r 2 that i took off my buddy profile. tell me wut u think
taken from my AIM buddy profile: ckashaan16
tryin to figure out y u still try…im am too. there will always be sumone better than u, sumone to humiliate u, sumone to annoy u to the brink of wantin them gone. so y try so hard. y go for the lead. its makes no sense. logic says give up. but u go on because to stand still gets u nowhere and to try gives u a prupose to live.
“to progress from murder isnt progression at all, but a false illusion of it. therefore to progress through truth shall bring u to the lighted path.” – cory
handball training level: 3