Tears are such strange occurances that happen on a regular basis. I can honestly find no real use for them when applied to a survival situation in which silence is usually the best approach to anything, but I know they have few uses, such as: warning the immediate family of trouble when the babies start to feel uncomfortable or are being threatened. Then I start to wonder, what if when the babies grow up. Do the adults still cry? Do they still have a use for such a childish act? That, I may never know, but I’ve come to a point in my life where crying is frowned upon and should I break, I will suffer the consequences and face ridicule only if people find out that I have recently shed a few drops of water from my eyes. So, if it’s been frowned upon since time and memorial, why do we still cry? why do we still do this act which leaves us completely vulnerable? Watery eyes and running noses will only increase one’s chances of getting caught as demonstrated by mother nature when babes of animals cry and get taken away by predators.
Some might argue that tears will help cleanse the soul of impurities and can therefore be likened to a dirt inside us leaving our bodies so that we may move on with our lives and make a better tomorrow today. This, I like to believe is absolute bull shit. I’ve seen, felt, and experiences only a little of the “impurities” that plague human behavior and I can attest that no matter what amount of tears is shed, there will always be so many more impurities that do not get removed. Think, for example, what I have been rambling on about can be demonstrated in this scenario: picture, if you will, a person who has just recently been scorned by fortuna and suffers from horrible timing. This person may cry and shed tears, but it will take more than drops of water to cleanse his soul of ill fate and lack of dignity. This person could be likened to a carpenter who has spent all his time working to finish one master piece, when in reality the orders he has received far exceed his capacity to make all of them in time.
Tears are not fragments of a broken heart that thought it finally learned to love. Neither are they reflections as to how much emotion overflows that the heart can’t handle and decided to let go and neither are they an expression of pain brought by a person to be carried in his daily life behind masks of happiness and insanity. They are but mere drops of water flowing from the eyes, supposedly the clear them in order to see better, but instead cloud the vision and bring a person to his knees.
breakinglimits 