The Courage To Cry

Sometimes I look at the world and I’m overcome with compassion. I see all the tears and pain everyone hides behind their mask and it brings tears to my eyes.

Tears of joy because there’s so much beauty everywhere I look. So much beauty even in the pain. I watched a girl cry for the man who doesn’t love her anymore. A man cry over a woman who’ll never be his. A mother cry over a child who’s losing his grip. A father cry for his daughter’s broken life. A heart break because it dared to love. And in their tears, is beauty. The courage to cry shows strength of the soul. To be moved to an emotion so great, means the depth of that heart, the compassion of that soul, is so powerful. And therein lies its beauty.

What we sometimes look upon as weakness is really a shout of bravery. The courage of a warrior ready to give up his own life, to win the battle. Because sometimes, life, in our blindness, in our unconsciousness, seems to be a battle. It seems to be harder than is necessary.

How many hearts have sent silent prayers to God, asking, “why me God? Why me? What have I done? I’m not a bad person. I’ve never intentionally hurt anyone. So why is life hurting me so badly? Please help me out God. Please please please just show me the way. Any way, any sign, just a little one, so I can understand that it’s going to be okay. That these tears won’t be forever, that one day, I’ll hold my head up again. One day I’ll smile. So help me God, to accept the things I cannot change, and the power to live through these dark days.”

Give or take a few words, we’ve all said this prayer at some point in our life. And we’ll continue saying it, life after life, generation after generation, thinking, in our times of weakness, there’s no one to reach out to, but God.

Not understanding that these perceived times of weakness are, in fact, times of strength. After making the same mistake over and over again, with different people, different situations, different circumstances, we’ve finally got the awareness to realize something is wrong. When it hurts, when everything feels so bad, it’s your soul telling you it’s time to end this cycle. That before, you were too weak to step out of it. But now… Just look at you now. Look at the show of courage. Look at the bravador. The understanding that’s dawned, that you are ready to change. When all of life’s problems seem to hurl themselves at you one after the other, there’s a message there. The universe is saying something. So you might as well listen. Because the God that you were seeking out there, somewhere in the sky, has come to reside within you. None of those dramas would have the courage to throw themselves at you with such vehemence unless you were in the process of kicking them out of your life. Because you’re ready to heal, because you’re ready to clean out the closet, the past manifests itself in all the strongest ways possible. Because it knows it’s dying away. It’s losing its power over you. And that’s why it fights to stay.

In your darkest hour, during your worst moments, allow the awareness to seep through that none of this would ever be hapenning if you were still the old version of you, the weak version that would succumb to these issues and allow them to control you.

The fact that you’re fighting back, that you don’t want it anymore, is courage. It’s the God that’s living inside of you taking over the reigns, making the issues come tumbling out like a waterfall so that they are released from your space, so that the shackles you thought were binding, slowly start wearing off. It’s courage you display in your darkest hour, not weakness. The tears we shed are to release the pain. Every drop from your eye is one drop less in your heart. And when all the tears have run dry, when you can bid them farewell with a thank-you for teaching you this very important lesson, then you’re ready for your consciousness to talk. The God within has so much to say, so much love to give, that he has to pull out the plug so you can hear him again.

And therein, lies the beauty of the pain you’ve gone through. The man who will never love you, the woman who won’t be yours, the daughter who’s not able to create joy, the son who talks through his own insecurities… they are your teachers. They are the masters and gurus your God within has chosen to help you learn.

So go ahead and cry all you want. Shed every single tear, as often as you feel like, because you’re unburdening yourself. You’re creating a path for awareness to dawn, for God to speak, for your beauty to shine through.

For you are life, and life is you. And for life to exist, you have to exist. For you to exist, there must be learnings and lessons. Lucky lucky you for having the courage to learn those lessons, out on such a public platform that your growth is accelerated. That the God within and without is crying with joy, celebrating your power, your innate beauty, your courage, your strength.

If only during your darkest hour you could learn to switch on the light, you’d see the halo around you, the way people look up to you. For you are doing, what others are too afraid of. You’re living through the change that brings forth an enlightment, a wisdom, an awareness of something so much more, so much greater, than you ever realized before. And deep down, those who haven’t yet awoken their consciousness, still know that there’s more than what they’re seeing, but sometimes they’re too afraid to see what it is.

You, are their teacher. The brave soul with tears of beauty in her eyes, facing a change that’s inevitable, but doing it at your chosen time. Not waiting for it to render you helpless and take over.

Congratulations. I applaud and honour the God within that operates with such delicate beauty. May you continue to inspire forever more.