Cry

Serendipity once said

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.

Which may be well and true.

I feel light. Like air, almost. A good cry does that to me.

A friend once said that a good cry is like a kick in the balls. Don't hold back what you throw up and you'll be better for it afterwards.

So it was one of those nights. Where words fail me and the heart bleeds with happiness, sadness, melancholy.

A good cry starts in the deepest depth as a hiccup; a wave that then forces itself through your body and escapes in a sob. Should you be too proud of heart like myself, trust me when I say do not hold it in. It will deceive you.

You can let your body be wracked by sobs and have not a sound come out, but sometimes every gasp of air does us good. Let the hiccups turn to sobs, and remember to breathe. They'll subside and you'll be the better for it.

Though you must prepare for puffy eyes, a sore throat and aching muscles which strained to hold your sobs in, thus don't be too proud of heart to cry. It will hurt.

But yes, a good cry makes us warm, when tears fall on the one who holds and won't let go.

Always