~ Reflections ~

I don't know why I started crying... I worse still, I don't know why the tears aren't stopping...  It's not like I've not endured worse and put up with it.. Or atop that drop from coming out of the corner of my eye.... Maybe the floodgates just got crashed, and now nothing is stopping them... I guess it'll take its time to dry up... But while it lasts, let it all get out... So that nothing remains.. And everything can start afresh.. PS: Bottle up stuff, and the odds are that it'd present itself as anger or tears or both !

We often put ourselves through so much pain, both physical and mental, which we face firmly, without loosing our mind, unscathed... despite the pain, we don't leave teary eyed... And then there are days, when all it takes is a tumble, and the eyes just let go... It's like the mind just looses control...

Was recently reading an Article on how tears know no gender... however society has always tried to associate tears as a sign of weakness....  I remember mentioning this in an earlier post , and somehow, the thought evokes the exact same emotions...  I am all for privacy of emotions and especially tears. But that doesn't deny anyone the right to shed a tear.. whether in memory, or in heartbreak... On a different, yet somehow related note, assuming all household face the same music, every house takes a certain effort from all members... expecting one person to manage the show is not only difficult, it is unfair... Having said that, each person has their own way of pitching in, which needn't necessary the way you'd want/like it... Also, more often than not, household chores are on a higher priority for women as compared to men.. so while men seek control elsewhere,  women seek control in household issues... I am not sure who is the controller, and who is being contro...

Waltzing through the day, I laughed at my life... I lie down at night, And the tears hit me...

Found these lines online... they've got me thinking... "Just because my eyes don’t show tears, doesn't mean that I don’t get hurt... Just because I come out strong, doesn't mean nothing went wrong... I often choose to pretend to be happy, so that I don’t have to explain to people who will never understand.. Smiling has always been easier than explaining why I am sad…………."