A life of higher joys is a life with more tears of all kinds. Every blessing is a curse. Only by accepting the curse in full measure can you receive the blessing in full measure. I love you. If I ever lose you, I will be destroyed. You are my greatest blessing.
In tears the inner angel pleads for help and there, in that moment, is a chance to reach in and give the kind of nurture that changes lives forever.
Crying is natural and strong for it belongs to those with the courage to show their vulnerable self.
They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps I can credit this natural passivity with my willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach me more about my true nature and how fragile we humans are.
Crying is a cleaning of the soul, a rebonding with the vulnerable self, a chance to realise what suffering and pain are for you... for others...
After the storms the sunshine returns, and crying is much the same, so let it out, let it out.
It is only natural to cry when we feel cold. Look up to the clouds, Jethro, they do it too. When they feel cold the water molecules lose energy and condense into droplets. Don't those droplets water the land? Don't they bring us healthy plants and food? Crying, my boy, is the same. It puts you in touch with all the goodness inside of you. That is why God loves the sound of a broken heart. He would have spared you the pain if He could, but if you cry you at least stay human. Clouds don't bottle it up, son, and neither should you. A little inner condensation every now and then should be encouraged.
It is my tears that keep my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry me forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves me from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing I can do.
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