“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing -a blanket-the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon , I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”
The other day, after some sporadic rain showers, the water reminded me of something. It reminded me of sadness and the sorrows that come with change. However, as I started thinking about the relation of tears to sadness, I also started thinking about the relationship that tears have with happiness.
It’s interesting to think about. Maybe, just maybe, all tears are the same. I mean, when we cry, we’re crying because something terrible or frustrating or a tad bit annoying has happened. Wouldn’t we only cry if there was something to miss, something better to compare the present to? We realize how satisfying the past was and how the present just doesn’t match up.
you could choose to think of these tears as one of two things: happy or sad. If all tears are of sadness, then you’re yearning for the past or maybe you’re just now realizing how terrible the things you left behind were.
you could think of them as tears of happiness and gratitude; you’re happy that, at some point, life has been so amazing to you that it gives you a reason to shed a couple of tears when you think about present times. Or, your present times are the one putting your past memories and experiences to shame.
Maybe, just maybe, all tears are the same. And maybe you have the option to choose. The option to choose if these tears that you shed too little or too much of are ones of joy or of despair. I hope we have the option to choose, because maybe some of the hard times will be just a little bit easier. Maybe.