Wow
Yet another wonderful thread I can only come to expect from LPSG members, and nowhere else. Now to share my two cents with the group
For me crying or being reduced to tears are both periodic occurrences with me. On average I would say between four and six times a year. Most often it is because I have witnessed the truly sublime (or some other extreme of the human condition; positive and or negative). However 2006 for me was probably one of the most emotional years I have endured in a very long while. I lost two of my first cousins only months apart from each other. Broke up with the man I considered to be the Love of my life and watched an entire community sink into debauchery before my eyes. And yet, in spite of it all, I still managed to push on ahead and strive further then any other time of my life. Which brings me to the last time I balled like a baby
lol.
In November of last year, after spending the latter part of October working like crazy and then receiving news of the passing of another cousin, I finally managed to find sometime alone with myself; to think and reflect. I was alone in my apartment worshipping and Thanking God in prayer (as I do from time to time) when I just began to cry like a baby. I believe it was at the moment I realized just how far I had come in life and just how blessed I really was to be given such favour with many along the way. I think in that moment I saw no reason as to why I, out of all those who started out with me, I made it to this place I now find myself. To know that in spite of the depths of poverty and hardship I grew up in and lived through, I would one day be able to travel the world freely and as I saw fit. To know that my life meant something not only to me but to so many other people
to realize that I had been given another chance at life when those I Loved and cared about were taken away, truly humbled me. And in that moment of actualization I wept. I wept like a baby crying for its mom because I knew deep within myself; that in spite of everything, I was going to be alright. I knew that the secret desires of my heart were being fulfilled and that I had nothing to worry about. And in those tears I found peace again. Peace from everything that sought to rob me of my joy.
So to reiterate what Gisella alluded to in the initial post, which started this thread; crying does make for good therapy. And to go further I think it is absolutely essential for all those seeking to live a well balanced life. For more often then not we are only concerned with the relentless exercise of our bodies or learning of our minds to devote any significant or meaningful time into our emotional selves. Yet this, above most all other human components, is most crucial and essential to being a human being after all. For how else can a man truly know he is alive, if he is first not made to feel?
Respectfully: my two cents
T.D.
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