Walking the Wall

I stumbled onto a site called (Warning: The following link will take
you to a site that has some beautiful, some sad, some scary, some
disturbing, some funny, and etc. secrets people have posted, be
advised) POSTSECRET
tonight for the second time, and I have to say it was just as powerful
and sad as the first time I saw it. It ties in with my previous post
and I think it is interesting that I bumped into again after reading
that book. This man is definitely a Safe-Keeper, if you scroll down to
the end where people have left comments, over and over people say how
they feel better, lighter, relieved, empowered, not so alone,
chilled…and so on…in a sense, everyone who reads them is a
safe-keeper, which I think one responder made the point beautifully:

…it is like shouting the secret loud out and the echo is going around
the world like a whispering wind in everyone´s ear, all are listening,
but no one knows, who shouted the words out…but the shouter turns
around and smiles,´cause his heart is a bit lighter

-Germany

Making a postcard, sending it in, having it posted, having
it read. It doesn’t change a thing in that person’s life. Someone still
has regrets, someone still wishes they were white, someone else still
wishes to change who they are, another person’s destiny is still ahead,
another still hates their job…nothing at all changes except that they
were heard. For one moment, and in the case of this project, for as
long as the website is up, their voice is being heard. Some might
question the truthfulness of all the secrets, but I think that is
irrelevant…if I person felt the need to go to all the trouble to lie
anonymously…isn’t that need sortof a secret in and of itself? There
is a great deal of sadness in the world, a great deal of pain, but a
great deal of beauty, and a great deal of hope as well. It is
impossible to read these people’s secrets, even the harshest ones, and
not feel compassion for whatever brought them the need for that
particular secret.