“It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.”
– Charles Dickens, 1812 – 1870, Writer, Victorian Novelist
When we are crying, something beautiful is happening…
We may have been acquainted with a flower of youthful hope and wonder some time in the past.
As we see her, today,
with thorns in our way,
she has withered away.
It is time to let her fly away.
The hope that was then, was for then, and now, is for new hope to be found.
Shed the tears, let all of what that is hurting us inside, dissipate.
Recollect. Recover. Renew.
“These teardrops that fall… are gently detoxifying me — slowly taking out what I had absorbed in the past, that is no longer good for my soul now.” – Vishal Singh