Last night about midnight I finished reading a novel and I found myself quite teary. The tears of a moving story but more than that I suspect.
Within each of us, I predict, lay the unexpected tears of what could have been, what might have been...the ifs, whys and maybes. Perhaps even the pent up sorrows of a woman's heart, a mothers heart, a wife, a sister, a friends heart. The unexplained sadness of hopes, dreams, regrets and of futures past. Overwhelming sense of emotion not only because the novel or in other cases the movie, the story or the photo but a mixture of the joys and difficulties of a life lived. A combination of love, loss, hope, regret, joy, sorrow, peace. A restlessness, a deep yearning, a desire, a calling, a need. An outlet for tears. Let the tears flow, let the emotions out, fall asleep and know that each day is new.
As Washington Irving once said
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”