This place is secret. Almost no people, and absolutely no family or friends know about it. I initially did this because I thought getting intimate thoughts and my writing in general out there was far too risky. I strongly value my privacy and I was too scared about showing what I write to people that can tell me what they think of it. I talk about this in past tense because it is no longer the case. I am reasonably confident in my writing, even if I do not consider it to be good enough most of the time. I am not so shy at expressing my feelings anymore.

And yet I still have told (almost) no one. I could go about trying to unravel specifically why, passing though the habit and the residual cautiousness that is holding me back, but in this case I am rather sure about the main reason why I have still chosen secrecy: it is really fun.

There is something oh so romantic about a secret like this. A writer, shrouded in mystery, posting in a webpage so barebones it does not even have a contact form or an about page. A regular person by day and writer by night. An incognito writer, reporting the marvels of life without it noticing. I might even be famous without knowing it, as I do not collect any information about visitors or traffic.

Life is gray when you fall complacent to habits and schedules. The only way to combat the dullness is to paint life with your own colors. To make even the most mundane of things an adventure. To be the protagonist of your own life, instead of a secondary character. And since life is what you make of it, why not make it interesting? Who is stopping me from getting away with my evil plans of world domination writing? It turns out that absolutely no one.

That said, the best secrets are the ones you share. Secrets you keep locked are boring. You cannot speak about them in hushed tones, or make ciphers and passwords to encode them, or mysteriously reveal them to people. If you don’t share them, they become a stone in the bottom of your heart, weighting you down so slowly you can hardly notice. This secret is meant to be shared.

I have no idea how I will do it, however. I guess the method and general motivation will come when the moment is right. Maybe I’ll get some divine inspiration. Maybe I’ll just tell them. Knowing myself, I will possibly involve far too many ciphers for any sane person to use or decipher, but that is part of the fun. After all, if the people I choose to reveal this to cannot decipher the messages, do they even deserve to get here?

To be honest, it is just plain fun doing things like this. The secrecy and mystery are just part of the game of life that I make for myself every day. After all, it is what makes life truly interesting.

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