I don’t cry because I’m weak. I cry because I am alive. – different

I don’t cry because I’m weak. I cry because I am alive.

I cry because I’m fine with myself and I’ve learned not to suppress it just so I can fit into every social norm that wants the “strong” insensitive.

I cry because I am not insensitive and I choose not to nullify the human sentimentality and the source power of outburst that I have inside me and which, as strange as it may seem to you, it takes a lot of courage to be able to bring it out.

Because when this power is released it stays there to wake you up, mobilize you and direct your consciousness where you have forgotten how to go.

Where you are human and express yourself with honesty and courage, not towards others but towards yourself.

Where you look your soul in the face and ask it plaintively for the reason it lets you live as others tell you. Where pain, emotion, indignation, joy are again part of you and not forbidden, forgotten states of your being.

And yes I got there. And it was hard to face myself, rather, it was hard to find him because I kept losing him looking for him behind well-crafted, socially acceptable facades.

And when I finally found him I was scared, and I started running in a panic so as not to realize anything else. And I ran away from him and from everyone else, who gave me shallow survival lessons and insisted that I was weak and that I had to “toughen up” and hide myself in order to survive.

But in the end I stopped. Because it was futile and because I got tired. I stopped decisively, turned back, saw myself, smiled at him, hugged him and together we took the way back. And together we were stronger towards others. And we struggled and encountered obstacles but it didn’t matter anymore because I’m alive now! And when I feel it, I do it in every sense of the word!

And if I want to cry I will, even if it’s over a small detail that touched me and improved the boring everyday life you’ve created, and which fortunately I now experience as a simple observer. And luckily I’m not alone. There are others like me and there will be more.

I will cry because I am alive and if reason is not enough for you and you want something more “logical”, I will cry for you and your lost sentimentality. Not to mourn you but to make you remember what “I am alive” means.

I greet you,

A living person


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