So many people desperately cling to an absurd sense of privacy, taking it to the extreme. What is the point? You blink two times and you’re already fifty, a few more years, twenty maybe if you’re really lucky and then you die. What is the point in keeping so much to yourself, in being so fearful of what others might think? In the end it’s all the same.

We like to fool ourselves that life has a meaning. In fact, we pretty much have no other choice. We’ve been sentenced to death against our will and now we have to do something until we wait for the inevitable. Fearing death and the unknown, most choose to ignore it and give so much meaning and so much of their time to the most trivial of things, as they desperately try to fool their mind that death is only an illusion.

Trapped in this prison of our mind, we all create our own universe in whose center we ourselves stand and we would do anything to preserve our sense of security and superiority. That is why people are reluctant to share their private thoughts and feelings, because they fear someone might use that information to destroy their illusion of the world and in doing so, forcing them to face the truth, the nothingness, the inevitable void that lies behind and in front of our frail existence.

What is a most intimate secret for one person can be a dull, insignificant event for another. That is because everything is relative, as Nietzsche said. There is no clear reality because everything is interpreted from one’s own perspective, hence, there are as many interpretations for one single thing or phenomenon as there are interpreters. It is not my intention to speak against the right to privacy of each individual. Some feel comfortable with it, others don’t, but if it is something that makes you feel good, then by all means make use of it.