I guess, we humans are good in keeping secrets, rather good in keeping things a secret. We go through so many things in life, thoughts, emotions, feelings, urges, resolutions, problems, and so on..and how many of these do we keep to ourselves, In most of use the answer would be ‘many’. Is this ‘keeping to self’ the thing which makes stuff personal?.
When I look back, there have been things which have been so important to me, things which have given me immense happiness, things which I thought would never happen to me, people whom I think I would never meet, nothing more significant than something which I got to experience in recent times. When you are faced with such a significant event, what would a normal person do?, go share it with friends, or family, or with every damn person on this earth?. Or may be if he/she is a big blogger fan, may be post a bunch of posts on it, or atleast one post in excitement to share it with the anonymous blog world.
Rambler decided to keep it to himself, not talk about it to anyone, nor even his close friends, not even his blog. A place which he thought was for such thoughts he couldnt share with people in real life. Thats when Rambler realized how the blog has lost its purpose, anyways thats a different topic altogether.
Coming back to the closed box of secret, There has been a number of times things have come to tip of my tongue, to share with few people close to me, my friends, my blog friends, my family, nothing really forced it out of me. Somewhere I didn’t get the feeling to share it. This of all the things terrifies me, it kind of shows that I am running out of people whom I want to share things with, specially things which are of significance, and experiences which redefines me as an individual.
On the other hand, what happens to such hidden emotions and feelings, and such periods of one’s life, would we ever share it with people? would we just bottle it put a cork on it and set it afloat in an ocean thinking someone might open it?, or would we regret one day, for not sharing it with people you care.
I am not sure if the post makes any sense, nor if it has any significance to a person who reads it. As of today I think the bottle is safely stored in my mind’s closet, sometimes right in the front, and sometimes hidden behind the memories.