Secrets are one of the most distinctive parts of a person. They hold a vital piece of their true nature. Good or bad; everyone has a secret. The tendency to hid things has been implanted in our DNA, whether you chose to or not, there will always be a time where you'll have something to hide. Everyone has secrets, you may not realize it but even the most accomplished person has secrets.
Secrets become a part of us because of who we are and how we chose to accept it. Those secrets become an identity to yourself, on how you chose to deal with your secret, whether you would strive to tell it to the world or keep it locked away inside. Though you may not realize it but there several occasions when a person has to keep what happened to him or her s a secret.
Conversional, there are so many of us that underestimate the subject to how a secret becomes. It may not be relatively direct but, it shows itself to a form of indirect action.
Let's say a woman, who had everything life could offer her. She had a loving husband, gifted with two beautiful young children and a job that gives her a satisfactory of doing it. And yet, she sits alone and wonders, why things the way they are; why do everyone has to play it safe. And so she broke the rules of the game, and got herself blissfully caught in the games trap.
In that premature moment of her life, though her despair, she had ceased to be a faithful wife and mother to simply being a woman, who took a wrong step. And thus, she had kept that mournful truth to herself till she reached her deathbed. And truth to be told, she was never the same person again; she was a women who has a secret.
Secrets hide a part of us-as a person-the vulnerability. That vulnerability is shown towards pain, pleasure, life, death and most importantly belief of self-esteem. The most interesting thing about secrets is that they tell a story; a story that only a few can interpret. There was once a case in New York-Brooklyn, April 2006; about a young girl and the secrets she harbored as she grew.
