In Defence Of The Cry Baby

I have a confession to make. 

I cried today.

Sometimes I cry because I am happy. And, yes - sometimes I cry because I am a little bit sad.

On some occasions, I have been flat-out asked not to cry. Sometimes I am met with the warmth of a hug and another's tears on my shoulder, safe in the knowledge that it's okay to cry. Sometimes.

Sometimes tears strike a certain fear in a person, whether they don't understand the reasons for the emotional outpouring via the eye sockets or simply don't know what to do about it when faced with involuntary eye sweating. They might want to do something to help, but are afraid they caused the episode or can't make it go away.  

But then they are not me, as this fear would sure enough bring me to tears.

Some think crying shows signs of weakness. Here however, I offer a counter view.

If it is in fact rivers of tears flowing down ones's face, then perhaps we can think on them as we think of the beautiful force of nature like the Nile. Or the Amazon. Or the forces that have flowed through the Snowy Mountains scheme over the years. And that's all about power. The energy created through these hugely powerful forces of water that bring and sustain life, ecosystems and recreational activities, and joy, and breath-taking beauty.

It is a release. Many have uttered over the years"better out than in" in regards to many bodily functions 

(I apologise for bringing the tone down,
and while the temptation is here to prompt you to ask the person next to you to 'pull my finger',
I shall refrain), 

but sometimes it is just an expression of the inner cyclone that takes over in a moment of weakness, well, the moment.

Suffice to say, I'm all for a good cry.

But, with respect, reccommend aiming higher if you're looking for a hobby.

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