Secrets ...

 So i have been always interested in human psychology, human psyche, the human mind, heart, soul ... etc. As much as i have wondered in life about life i have wondered about our kind. To me there was this eternal inner feeling that we are the route cause of life or that life is the route cause of us, i am not even sure that the sentence i wrote even defines that feelings. To be honest it does not but i will try to further explain.

We are as ancient as life it self, As much as we do diverse we are one. We forget to remember and we

 remember to forget. Wondering and Wonderful children of life but do we life to meet our expectations, our purpose and may our purpose be.

Any how i did develop this habit of following anonymous secrets, they are like fragments of another person, perhaps that person experience or feeling doesn't relate to me in terms of my own principles, gender, life experience, thinking patterns, priorities, culture, religion, ... etc. but in the end they

 do remain as an existing and ever lasting fragment of  another person and even some could relate to.
Makes me wonder at the end of the day are we nothing but fragments of secrets being put together but if that was true if our secrets all of our secrets gets exposed and they no longer existed does those fragment shatter and get lost in oblivion, then if that was true then what happens to us?