Crying. This is my favorite thing to do when the world seems to be breaking down. It’s an escape, a way to let everything out because i know nothing–or nobody–can help me when i’m in this state. Just me and my tears. Many might think crying makes a person seem weak or vulnerable or courage-lacking. I beg to disagree on that. People who shed tears are those who get the real pain out of reality, who get tested all the time, who would almost get pushed to the end of their string. I don’t think people who don’t cry can simply be dubbed “numb” or “fly” or “truly courageous”. I don’t really think so. Cowardice is turning your back on a difficulty, cowardice is denying the fact that everything’s breaking down, cowardice is not having the guts to face reality and fight it, by means of letting the tears fall down. Tears are not a symbol of giving up or being weak. Although it’s true that tears come out when the knees feel weak, and that weak people cry, it doesn’t mean tears are all about the “weak”. Tears are the voices inside a person who yearns to fight. Tears are the weapons of emotion, triggering the will to fight and carry on. Many may disagree on that but let me ask, “If we ask so many why’s when we cry (WHY is my life like this, WHY do things have to in that way?), did we also have the feeling of ‘i wish i can change it, i will try to change things and make it better’ and them after three days of crying get up and face the sun, have a new power again?” Tears are the angels that catch us when we fall, the lamp that light things up when we’re in a dark world. Tears are not meant to pull us into deeper depression, but they serve as the rope we need to grab on when life takes a toll on us.
When It’s Tears, and Nothing But Your Tears
Crying. This is my favorite thing to do when the world seems to be breaking down. It’s an escape, a way to let everything out because i know nothing–or nobody–can help me when i’m in this state. Just me and my tears. Many might think crying makes a person seem weak or vulnerable or courage-lacking. I beg to disagree on that. People who shed tears are those who get the real pain out of reality, who get tested all the time, who would almost get pushed to the end of their string. I don’t think people who don’t cry can simply be dubbed “numb” or “fly” or “truly courageous”. I don’t really think so. Cowardice is turning your back on a difficulty, cowardice is denying the fact that everything’s breaking down, cowardice is not having the guts to face reality and fight it, by means of letting the tears fall down. Tears are not a symbol of giving up or being weak. Although it’s true that tears come out when the knees feel weak, and that weak people cry, it doesn’t mean tears are all about the “weak”. Tears are the voices inside a person who yearns to fight. Tears are the weapons of emotion, triggering the will to fight and carry on. Many may disagree on that but let me ask, “If we ask so many why’s when we cry (WHY is my life like this, WHY do things have to in that way?), did we also have the feeling of ‘i wish i can change it, i will try to change things and make it better’ and them after three days of crying get up and face the sun, have a new power again?” Tears are the angels that catch us when we fall, the lamp that light things up when we’re in a dark world. Tears are not meant to pull us into deeper depression, but they serve as the rope we need to grab on when life takes a toll on us.
Flying With Freedom
What’s the best among the best? Freedom, to do just what you want to do, all at free will, with no worries. That’s what i think of frequently, how to get things working my own way.
As i make a step in my daily journey, what keeps me from the inner freedom i try to have is that itsy bitsy impression that i may leave in the eyes of people. But isn’t that what we all think about, what people may think in the end? The way we shape ourselves is a matter of how we want people to see us, not how WE want to see ourselves. That’s why in both ends of the string, our trueself is usually supressed, we lose the freedom to act naturally in exchange of that somebody who’s definitely more acceptable.
Aside from that, my freedom is torn by the rules that in around me. There rules are not those on the must-not-be type, but more on the what-should-be class. They’re all like, “You should write this, you should be here, go this, go that…” and the reason why? Again, it’s to follow the circle, to be the best you can be in the eyes of people.
So why, is the very own freedom of just going along by yourself stepped by the eyes of people? Why do we intend to follow the rules that destroy our own will? Why do we kill ourselves just to be a better person? Whatever the reason, i just know one thing– that i will fly with freedom and speak out what my heart wishes to, with or without rules. To let out the real me, to just say what i want to say or write what i want to write is my escape to my freedom from the demands of perfection in this earthly world. True perfection lies within and no one can tell that you’re on perfection but your ownself 
