Soda-pop and Tears.

December 3, 2008

I think that the purest moments which can be experienced in life are those associated with tears.
As depressing as it may sound at first, it’s true.

It’s human nature to struggle more than necessary. We panic, we plan, we try to control. You can’t deny it — I’m pretty sure everyone does it at least sub-conciously. We have to struggle in life to get somewhere — usually, if we don’t, it seems as though we’re not putting thought into it. To put it simply; we love stressing ourself out. It’s what we do, it’s how we roll.

Of course, writing about it is simple. But I’ve been there. Things pile up, slowly but surely, and eventually, you find yourself in front of a mountain of tasks and have no clue what the hell to do. So, you begin to climb — to slowly, but surely, ascend.
After giving it all you can, after climbing as fast as you can possibly go, as high as you can — you eventually feel like you’re just about to break; to shatter into a million different pieces which are blown away, forgotten, in the wind, and go tumbling down that vast summit. Or, you might just be so fed up that you want to just jump off of it and give up. In times like this, the best thing to do is pause your ascent, sigh loudly (and dramatically), say “screw this,” and take a long, good cry. You may want to try sobbing, or wailing, too. The more emotion, the better.
Tears, you see, are powerful things. They wash away the world — they clear your mindset and they give you freedom. Society pelts these silly little “rules” at us, like how “CRYING IS FOR THE WIMPS LOLOL” and that “boys don’t cry, only little girls do.” All of these little tidbits do absolutely nothing but put a lid over our soul and clog our heads.
To think, people actually believe that showing emotion is for the “uncool.” If being “cool” means that I have to be an emotionless droid, a clone — then I’ll take being the “uncool” one, thanks. (I can’t help but remember what my friend in my old school says — “I may be a loser, but I’m the coolest loser you’ll ever meet. =]”…she had no shame, hence why I love her to bits xD)

Anyway, what I guess I’m trying to say is — don’t be afraid to show emotion. Without expression, you keep every single thought, every burden and ever woe, contained inside of you. And then one day, you just EXPLODE, like the oh-so-many cans of shaken soda. And the clean-up is dreadfully messy.

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