The act of crying is a way our mind, body and soul react to a situation. We cry when we are happy, prideful, sad and in physical pain. In the recent months I have cried so much to fill buckets. I cried because my heart was being broken I cried because my 8 year old daughter came up to me and gave me a hug and said "everything will be ok daddy" I cried because of a song. I have shed tears of joy and tears of pain. Through all these tears that I wipe from may face I begin to see the world in a different way. I notice things that I stopped noticing before. How a flock of birds fly by and to follow them across the sky until they disappear in the distance, how the leaves rustle in the wind. Is it through the shedding of tears that I am able to see things differently, is it through all the pain that I go through allowing me to let go and see clearly. Have any of you experience this in any form? Just curious...
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