Tears

I view my tears as acts of sacrifice. They can also be seen as an outward expression of what I have lived through and witnessed alongside others. For example, I never forget a single night I cried. My tears solidify that night in my mind. I do not cry easily. If I love something enough to cry over it, I will never let it go, no matter what. This is actually one of my weaknesses. Sometimes people believe that crying does not change anything and is therefore pointless. But it does not need to change anything. Whatever I cry over must have stirred me deeply and brought me joy beforehand. I have cried in front of very few people. After placing such importance on crying, you might ask, “Why don’t you cry in front of others?” The truth is I cannot. It is not a matter of choice. I feel too constrained. As a result, I cannot cry. I do not show my vulnerability to others. They always think I am happy.

Do you know when I actually grew up? I grew up when I truly loved something and felt deep pain. My age may not have changed. To some, I may still seem very young. But to me, it does not make sense to define true age by a number alone. Between those two digits, neither events nor emotions are accounted for. These emotions usually manifest in me as tears. So cherish your tears. Even if no one else is there, they will always accompany you.