For crying out loud

Our sunny island hasn’t been that sunny recently. The heavens here have been crying their hearts out, sometimes bawling out suddenly and other times, I wake up to the grey mornings that remind me of tears streaming silently down someone’s face .

And today while going back to my dorm room from dinner, I saw, or rather heard at first, a small kid (about 1 or 2) positively crying her hearts out. There she was bawling her eyes out, and beside stood whom I assumed to be her dad, just staring at her. I kind of wanted to smile at her easy tears, but that seemed rather mean of me. Since when have I become so “grown-up” to be laughing at whatever thing which warranted a kid to be so heartbroken about? And big and grown-up dad standing there did not help much either. If I were the kid I’d complain to mum when I get home for dad being so mean to me.

I realized we all need a good cry once in a while. And being “grown-ups”, we often are embarrassed about crying. When was the last time you had a good, heartbreaking bawl? Few people have seen me actually cry, and the last time I did I’m afraid I left a dear friend rather confused. Crying just isn’t “wise and practical Yi Wen’s” style. But it did me a world of good, and the benefits greatly outweighed the potential embarrassment.

So hey, whatever it is that’s bothering you, crying may not solve the problem. But it may just clear your head and make you think of better solutions. And if not, surely crying is capable of making one feel much better. Otherwise, I don’t know why God gave people the ability to cry then.

If the heavens can pour so much and a kid can cry so easily, why not us?