wide open windows

I'm sitting in my parent's new kitchen staring out the 8 windows in front of me.
There aren't any shades - the kitchen isn't finished yet.
It is dark outside, and the lights are on in here, so I can't see a thing - but I know that anyone passing by can see me.

Everything we do here is on show to the neighborhood.
Maybe this is how we should be anyway. Not hiding from the public, not covering up what we consider to be shortcomings or embarrassments. Instead, letting the world see who we are, no shades, no blinds, all the lights on.

Then again - maybe there are parts of our life that we should keep covered up. Bad decisions we have made, choices we regret - or maybe even worse - things we don't regret but think we should. Sins we have taken part in, knowing it was wrong, but enjoying it anyhow. These memories can be good, but do we hide them knowing that they were wrong and not wanting others to do the same. to steep to our level?

But in the end, God sees all and knows all - so what does it matter what man sees or knows. God knows that we sin, and that we take pleasure in sin, and that we will do it again and again. And yet, there is still hope -

What makes a great man, one who sins and lets the world know that he sins?
Or one who sins, but covers himself in shadows so that he seems sinless and good

I suppose in the meantime I will keep my shades pulled down halfway, giving the impression that I'm a so-called 'open book', but hiding my deeper secrets. Secrets that are made known to only a select few.