Fear the Past

  I habe a question for you. Why do we fear the past? I fear mine... the darkness and emptiness. I mean, there are good times for sure but the bad ones seems to be amplified tenfolds. The fear is there in my mind and I hope that people would not be able to find it. We are who we are because of our past. Our experiences. Our everyday life.
  Me, on my part, have some secrets that I may disclose one day. Secrets that would make you see me differently, make you my friend or enemy. I do not trust anyone except myself first and foremost. I am sorry if you had been a wonderful friend.
So why do we keep secrets? Why do we see a need to hide something? Is it in our nature? Somewhere in our genetic code that God have given, lies a need for privacy. Is that it? Privacy? No. My friend, I can give you two answers today which I want you to think very very carefully. We keep secrets NOT because we do not want to hurt others but we do so because we do not want to hurt ourselves. Secondly, we keep secrets because we ourselves do not understand the issue or problem ourselves. If we cannot solve or comprehend these private issues ourselves, why delve it or confide with others? take your time to read. Okay, shall not reveal too much yet:)