(Sometimes things just pile up and the world can feel very grim.)
What should I do as I look around me? Should I give in to soul-sapping truths and shed well-founded, justified tears?
Tears for all the sadness? Tears for anyone crying alone? Tears for dreams abandoned? Or tears for hopes left trampled? Tears for every regret?
Should I shed tears for every victim? Or despairing tears for all that’s cruel? Tears for every tragic loss, every tragic death? Every death? Or tears at every unheard cry for love?
How about shedding tears at all the lies? Or tears at all the anger? Defeated tears at all the hate? Bitter tears life’s harsh frustration?
Could I cry for those cursed to wash their guilty soul in their own tears? Should I?
I could curse myself with the bleak tears of futile sorrow. Futile sorrow and its partner, futile rage.
Futile tears are ugly but that doesn’t make them any less real.
Perhaps all I can promise you are honest tears.
Perhaps honest tears nourish hope.