"If we knew each others secrets, what comforts we should find." - John Churton Collins
It struck a chord with me and it has seemingly removed the severe case of blogger's block that I totally tried not to mention in the first few sentences of this very post. Now back to the qoute--it did not spark my interest because I have a ton of secrets. There are things in my life that I hold dear and are too precious for me to make known to the masses. There are also some things that I promised either myself, the Lord, or a close friend that I would take to the grave (and please believe that sworn promise has not changed)! But outside of those few things I tend to be a very full disclosure type person. If you have ever read any of my blogs, I am very in tune with my emotions and I have no problem articulating how I feel about any number of things so I believe that it is safe to say that secrets are not one of my vices.
What caused me to rewind the DVR and take notice of the saying was the latter end. What if we all were ready to share those things that make us unique. What if we were able to call one person and share those things that keep us up at nights, those things that cause the tears to flow in the late night hours. What would happen if you knew that no matter what you shared of yourself, there would be no judgment and no backlash. Well, according to the quote, there would be comfort. Not a "I know all your business" comfort. nor is it a "I am better than you" comfort; it's a comfort that comes from knowing that you are human and it is okay to be vulnerable and not know what to do. A comfort that you find when you have that special person or circle of people that you can be who you are without pretense and know that no matter what happens they will be there with either a kleenex to wipe away the tears or a weapon to hurt who caused them.
After pondering the quote for a few days, I realized that I am so lucky to have an icebox to keep my secrets in. When things get especially difficult or hard to bear, comfort is a phone call away, and there is nothing more valuable to me than that. When it is all said and done, I hope that I have been/am that person for someone else. Having a secret is not nearly as important as being able to keep one and providing someone an opportunity to vent and share their heart can not be measured.
Sidenote: I think I am free from my severe case of blogger's block...it feels good to let my heart bleed on to these keys...I'm off to bed now, thanks for hanging in there with me...patience is a virtue I admire and I appreciate all that have shown it...
Sidenote 2: I randomly have the urge to hear Alicia Keys - Diary, one day I will feel an emotion or think a thought and I won't have a corresponding song...one day (maybe)!
