When making hard decisions, there’s a directness that’s required and a need for contemplative thought that full transparency can compromise.
I just finished reading Keith Richards’ memoir, Life. I found his candor refreshing and illuminating. By the end of the read, I truly understood his passion for music and the authenticity in his spirit. But I also respected the fact that he kept many of the salacious details (that very ones that most red-blooded humans are dying to know) obscured in an impressionist’s blur. Perhaps he just couldn’t remember them because of his drug-induced state? I’d prefer to think that he chose an appropriate level of transparency.
In this world of everyone screaming for more and more transparency I’d like to make a case for why, perhaps, there are times when it’s better to share less.
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