“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.” (love this quote.)
Tears are the purest THING I can think of. It is in the truest moment of emotion that one sheds tears. They are the most tangible and visual representation of life’s most true and heart-felt moments. One could say that they are the tangible created by the heart. It is in the midst of tears that we shed our emotions for others, and for ourselves, to both taste and feel. Others see when our hearts have had a moment of too much – whether that is too much happiness to contain, too much fear to avoid, too much pain to pretend not to feel. It only takes a slight second of “too much” to trigger the tears and overflow of emotion.
When a person cries, they are exhibiting emotions in a visible manner. And though tears come from an inability to contain the strength of emotion, it is a strength to allow oneself to become vulnerable to themselves and those around them. It is not easy being so vulnerable. When you cry, everyone knows something is off, abnormal if you will. Maybe you are tearful at a wedding or a birth for the happiness and sweetness of the occasion. Maybe the tears come in the midst of heartbreak or a death. Perhaps, there is just so much stress and expectation in life that you cannot help but to let it all out – assume fetal position and let the tears loose. Either way, it is not easy or comfortable to know that you are showing or feeling so much emotion, or experiencing such a real, pure moment. We all know that tears make a person vulnerable to others because it shows that the one crying is actually feeling something. In a society where life is hectic and people prefer to pretend everything is okay, it’s odd to show that, in fact, something is not okay within yourself.
We are able to see the tears on someone else and to see them fall from our own faces. Little glistening balls of salt water that represents so much more than a body’s natural reaction to things or weakness. You see, we can only hold back the tears for so long, can only avoid the moment of emotions gushing and pouring out for so long. Thus, when the emotions finally become too much to hold it, the tears have crossed physiological reasoning and become something of the heart and soul.
We can taste the saltiness of the tears as they roll from our eyes over cheekbones and onto our lips. For centuries, salt has been used as a preservative to give a longer life and durability to a substance that our bodies need and crave. Likewise, the ability to show our most private emotions occurs by shedding tears – they act to preserve the heart from too much pain, too much happiness, too much fear. It has been said that a little table salt will help to remove stains and clean furnishings around the house. Just a little dash and magic happens. Salt can be used as a flavor enhancer in the culinary world. If something needs a little extra kick or just a dash of “something else”, add salt. It puts the acids to work, brings out the reality and purity of the flavors. Perhaps tears work the same way. By letting them freely fall, the stains of hurt and unknowns, the burdens of holding in so much happiness or sadness, will be lifted from our hearts and minds. By letting them fall freely, the flavor of FEELING will kick into action. We can experience and really know the thoughts and power of our hearts when just a few tears are able to enhance and develop those emotions.
I love the feeling of a good cry. All sorts of emotions and thoughts and feelings are brought to mind and heart as the tears rise up and pour out – feelings and thoughts come about that I never even suspected where there. It’s as if the tears are the release – the tangible that man seems to rely on – that is necessary for me to truly know and feel my own emotions. My tears let me see what I am feeling as they fall onto my hands. They let me feel the touch of happiness or sadness or extreme emotion as they roll down my face. They let me taste the flavors of the experiences of life as my hurts, happiness, and fears move from the inside out.
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