Crying In The Rain

I love to walk in the rain because no one can see me cry – Charlie ChaplinFrom the moment I heard these words, I have been haunted by them.
Maybe if someone else had said it wouldn’t have affected me as much. But coming from the one of the world’s greatest comedians, a person I used to laugh my head off at…it kind of shattered me.

Going along the same lines of coming to terms with my Mum and Dad not being here with me, I fell alone. I can no longer complain so freely to anybody. I can’t laugh about what the dumb things the boys do during class hours and the stupidity that they seem to be made of. And I can no longer confide in anyone as I used to confide in Mum. Yeah, so I talk to her everyday. But it ain’t the same.

Right, so coming back to the matter at hand.
Crying is one of the best things that a person can do. You can cry when you’re happy, sad, in bliss, or feeling utterly wasteful.
Having said that, I must once again delve in to the mystery that I have created my lead character to be (here I digress to my novel…my aspiring novel). I identify with the confusion she faces in her life, which, I might add, has been created as a parallel to my own. She has now become a reflections of my thoughts and wishes. And even my inner-most desires.
The helplessness she faces, the pain that tortures her…Crying is what it ends at.

Funny, is it not? How life will pull you in two directions. And then just when you think it’s over, Life comes back to pluck at you from a few other angles.
And you just want to break down and cry.

No other better remedy, if you ask me. For anything. Just cry it out.
It might make you feel weak and sometimes damn vulnerable. But in the end…it’s worth every tear drop.