People are secretive when they have secrets.
For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.
Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.
Anyone who'd ever kept a secret could tell you, the bigger the secret, the more draining it was to carry around with you. Every second, of every minute, of every day, lying to the people around you. Waiting for the inevitable moment that the truth would come out and you would have to deal with the fallout.It was exhausting.
Love is the key, love is the secret.
This is the secret of the golden flower: if the heart can die the flower will bloom, die as you are so you can be reborn.
Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?