Though most of the time people would say that we shed tears only when we’re touched or simply because we care, I personally find it not entirely true. At times we cry not because of our love for a person, but for our own. How many have been through the situations where the tears are basically unstoppable when people start shouting and screaming right in our faces regarding some mistakes which are not ours who made in the first place? How many actually feel worthless and unappreciated when the so called lover or friend has betrayed our trust, where the sobbing continues knowing that we deserve better? How many have once lost in the middle of nowhere, loosing the focus on where we are heading and go through mental breakdown as we lose our confidence and self assurance? Have it ever come across our minds that it may not merely be the emotions for others which drive us to such, but the love over our loss? How many have been through the times when tears start flowing down as the sentences spoken keep ringing in our ears, telling us there is actually someone who knows us well exist on this planet? How many actually have the urge to hug the person right in front of us real tight where the little actions he took are so insignificant yet heart-warming? How many have once had the tears of joy as we know we’ve been forgiven when we know it is almost impossible? Have we ever thought it is simply because of us being thrilled, for we’ve gained what we’ve lost or something we’ve never thought we would possess? Perhaps it is a little pessimistic, whatever we wish to call it, but basically, we shed tears for our loss and gain, a sign of love for our very souls in a way instead of for others.
