Don’t say anything that you don’t want repeated.
This thought has been resonating through my mind for the past couple of weeks. I’ve said goodbye to the days where I believed secrets could be kept between two people. How many times have I told someone, “don’t tell anyone” only to find out that they told one person, who told one person, and so forth. And how many times have I been told secrets in ultimate confidence that “no one is supposed to know.” All it takes is one person…at a time.
Explicit secrets are one thing, but implicit secrets are yet another. There were many times that I did things or said things that I assumed were in confidence, only to find out that someone was now broadcasting that “secret.” Looking back, I can’t believe I ever trusted the existence of implicit secrets. Seems so silly. How is anyone supposed to know they’re not supposed to tell when no one said so. I really can’t be mad at anyone other than myself. If I didn’t want anyone to know, why did I open my mouth?
There’s a Buddhist saying:
นัตถิ โลเก ระโห นามะ
ชื่อว่าความลับย่อมไม่มีในโลก
There is no such thing as a secret
I find confirmation of this statement everywhere I turn. Nothing we do can be kept hidden from anyone. Once it’s out there, there’s no taking it back.
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