i got so mad, that i cried. not just that kind of mad that makes your blood boil, your face redden, and your veins pop out of your forehead and neck. instead i was ready to burst into an intense fit of rage with floods coming down my face. i don't know why one experiences this feeling, but it has occasioned my life more than once.
i guess more than anything, it is about the overflow. in honesty, isn't that what tears are? the overflow of emotions, of life, of anger, of fear, of joy, of sorrow, of loss, of gain. i mean it seems that maybe tears are where we really become real. those tears that we shed are the same tears that water our souls to embrace our wholeness. whether in our tears of mourning where we are sobered by the tear drop moistly racing down our flushed cheek or those tears of anger where you want to let everything that is in your system.
the overflow is what we are made of. tears are just water in essence. we are made up largely of water. the expression of tears in our lives causes us to live more than we could ever hope to live in our wild experience of life. the tears are the parameters to happiness and to all other things that are insanely human. we shouldn't reject our tears, but embrace them and see them not as a sign of weakness but as a sign of our ability to be the overflow of ordinary and moving in a way of abundance that few every dream.
tearfully and wonderfully made and proud of it.
- peaks out.
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