Men of Tears

by | Jun 9, 2021

Life begins as it ends, with overwhelmed tear ducts spilling holy water. We came into the world screaming and when we left those who loved us say goodbye between sobs. Our existence seems to be made up of one cry after another, the first is instinctive and the last unrecognizable, the same for everyone, without any exception; men of tears, we should be called the Earthlings.

Being the first crying sign of life, it escapes my understanding how when growing up it becomes synonymous with weakness; with the courage that it takes to have the courage to break, above all, to break at the moment you feel, that what is cried out of time, is cried in spades. Being a stingy crying man in the end is more expensive, because when you finally break down, childhood, adolescence, the absent figure, anger, pain, a broken heart, November without you and I was not born to mix. to love.

I love this expression: “break into tears”, it perfectly illustrates the work of emotions, they strike to the point that they fragment; and then they themselves reattach all the pieces at the point of tears. It is fascinating how we stop being us who have emotions and it is emotions that have us. Poetic and contradictory, an ideal expression of the fragility that being human implies.

Crying is nothing more than a sample of how perfectly created we are, almost like magic, it is the physical reflection of everything that happens in our head, the response of our most extreme feelings. Tears communicate for us, even when their electricity runs and kicks your throat, it gets stuck, it hurts, and it won’t let you speak.

I don’t know if the world is inspired by us or we are inspired by the world; But each person seems to be perfectly a walking ecosystem: the liquid state of emotions, with a clear starting point and an indefinable destination, descends watering the blushing mountains, creating streams -sometimes waterfalls- that slide down the precipice of the chin or they stay to dance on the nose. Salt water, salty like the sea.

Crying being a natural expression like laughter – so much so that they are sometimes accompanied – I cannot understand the time we live in, where being insensitive seems to be fashionable. The more society develops, the more we drown in emotional underdevelopment, we consider everything that speaks from the heart ridiculous and we hide with the word “drama” any sincere emotion that softens us; feelings are contained, until they weigh so much that they are released in a stampede. It is as if it were a generation afraid to feel.

Dear reader, please do not confuse me, it is not that I want to be made to cry, there are no more painful tears than those that have names; This is a letter that tries to expose the normality of crying and invites you to do so with the freedom you deserve. Over time, I admit, that this crying is gaining the taste and losing the irrational shame, so much so that I recommend it; it releases toxins, removes substances that raise cortisol, cools the mind to think clearly, and washes away memories that we need to discard. Crying is catharsis, an emotional climax and it sure does not solve things, but almost wise, it soothes the afflicted heart; Matthew 4: 5 already says “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will receive comfort”.

So cry. Cry what your heart needs to cry, cry what you need and what makes you good. Rivers of joys, springs of sorrows or oceans of memories, with everything and their fish; maybe it’s what you need to make everything look better, see that when the sky cries, the earth revives. And what is not cried, sometimes becomes a cage.

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