They Say Every Tear Tells a Story

I can recall all the times I've cried.
I know that sounds silly, but hey, I'm a little odd.

I can remember crying when I was a child over my cousin biting my teddy bears head off.
I cried when I moved to Canada.
I cried when I got attacked by a hornets nest.
I cried when my cousin scared me so bad I fell out of my house.
I cried the day I understood what it meant to be alone.
And I cried when I lost you.

I've cried in joy, in happiness, in fear, sadness, and I've cried in grief.

Some cultures think it's healthy to cry, to let out those emotions that are on the inside, yet our culture tends to frown upon tears as to some it seems like a showing of weakness.

Me? I tried to not cry in public because crying hurts my eyes, it hurts my brain, and it thoroughly hurts my pride. To admit I'm feeling a pain I cannot express is a difficult thing to measure up to. Yet sometimes without warning things that have been suppressed emerge through my eyes.

But let's take a moment and think. If when we saw someone crying, if we could only glance into their souls, and their hearts, what would we see? Would we understand the unhealed wound? The fear that surrounds them? Would we have a greater compassion for those around us who may be struggling with something that we can't comprehend?
Or would we continue about our day?

It takes a strong person to admit they have emotions, and an even stronger one to show them.

Sometimes I'm vulnerable, and sometimes I hurt. Sometimes I'm happy, and sometimes I'm terrified, and sometimes, even sometimes, I cry. I'm coming to find out, that a tear isn't a weakness, it's a proof of strength from within.

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