I believe in tears no matter how crazy it sounds. Ever since you were born, even on that very day, you cried at every little thing that caused problems or prevented you from getting your way.
I was very much like that, when I was a child too, so don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on you. All i’m saying is that once I reached the age of seven, my parents sat me down and talked to me.
They told me crying was pointless and it never did anyone any good. How others thought you were a baby and would make fun of me when I cried, made my parents look bad, and made myself look vain and ungrateful.
So for the longest time, I refused to let myself cry, holding it in, only breaking down at night.
That’s when, toward the end of five years, a close friends death, a wedding, injuries, and friendships, I sat in my room thinking. I called my best friend, and for the first time, in a really long time, I let myself cry, with the night absent. It was as I cried did I realize one of the most important things of my life.
Crying shouldn’t be a sin, one looks to disgrace. Crying shouldn’t be a dark color, we look at, aching for it to be bright. No, crying it a human trait we all have to go through sometimes, because when someone cries, it shows how much we’ve held in. That each tear we shed represent one problem we are going through or faced. That we don’t cry over one thing, but the built up, and the crying is the moment the tower comes tumbling down.
So stop watching people shed their tears, and think horrible thoughts. Quite lying to yourself and others claiming you don’t cry and never experience sorrow.
Life is about facing problems. So if you’ve never cried, then my dear, you’ve never truly lived.