Oceanful of tears

Sometimes, crying is the best thing to do in times of distress and sadness. Some people view crying as a sign of weakness, a vulnerability. But to me, it is a sign of strength, and acknowledgement. Knowing that you are hurt deeply, and being awashed by waves of emotions.

The sorrow can be bottomless at times. We let ourselves float in a sea of sorrow, drifting away in a shoreless ocean, staring into oblivion. Time and time again we try to swim towards the shore, only realizing that all we can see around us are the vast ocean up to the horizon. And so we let ourselves lulled away by the gentle breeze and the smell of the ocean.

And we let our grief eats away our hope, leaving us aimless and hopeless in a world of sorrow. It seems a whole lot easier to just drift away, and sleep for eternity, being engulf by the ocean.

But let the tears flow freely. Let the emotions overwhelmed us. Let the sorrow clouds over our soul. Because one day, one day, we will realize, that there is no such things as a never-ending sorrow, as there is no such thing as a shoreless ocean.

And our tears, let it fall. Let it roll down our cheek, and drop into the ocean. Let it be one with the sea. Tears belong to the sea, as the sun belongs to you and me. Our heart is bleeding and wounded. Our soul is lost and hurt. And maybe, just maybe, the salt in our tears and the sea will help to heal the open wound in our heart, and keep our soul alive.

Because, believe me, we can cry an oceanful of tears. And we can be sad and unhappy our whole lifetime. But when the time arrives, we need to look for the shore, and swim towards it. And let the salt in our tears remind us of the ocean, and the brief period when we were drifting in it nursing our wounded heart.

"There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea."

- Kahlil Gibran