When something bad happens to you...when something wrong crosses your mind what do you do? I don't know about you but I keep all those thoughts in a secret hidden chamber whose only key I have in my pocket. Somebody or someone then comes along with whom you may share your key. they ask you for it, you are glad at the oppurtunity to share your solitary burden,you fumble at your pockets.....shrug your sholders and instead of the key gift a empty look......
"Sorry dear the keys are lost"...
The meaning of this rather extended metaphor is that many times we hide so many things from us and others at later we ourselves at afraid to take peep at ourselves lest we find demons inside that dungeon....i feel i'm not being too articulate. what i mean is that only after a few posts I could not bring myself of writing down my thoughts...
Guess a long time of pretense and self deception we become a stranger to ourselves,don't we?
"Sorry dear the keys are lost"...
The meaning of this rather extended metaphor is that many times we hide so many things from us and others at later we ourselves at afraid to take peep at ourselves lest we find demons inside that dungeon....i feel i'm not being too articulate. what i mean is that only after a few posts I could not bring myself of writing down my thoughts...
Guess a long time of pretense and self deception we become a stranger to ourselves,don't we?
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