Why should I cry for you?
(This post is intended to compensate for the lacklustre post below.)
I recalled hearing a statistic sometime ago that everyone of us is supposed to cry an estimated few hundred times in our lives. Its quite a surprising fact, being that the figure quoted is fairly high, and the second being that everyone of us would reach that number. So if you think you aren't shredding enough crocodile tears, who knows when they might be saved for another time.
But it also got me thinking about the kind of tears we don't burst out from the outside. What about the oft-quoted phrase "I'm crying inside"? What about tears that have flown from our eyes but we choose to deny? What about tears that we regret upon because we "don't think thats worth crying for"?
Instinctively we tend to juxtapose our tearful times with moments of sadness. Yet there has also been tears of happiness at our finest achievements, tears of anger at our loved ones for their "indolence" and "stupidity", tears of shame at our decisions in life we should have known better to act upon or the tears of silence when we realised we are at a loss of explaining ourselves in a critical situation. But one thing can be said of all of them. How controllable are we at these moments?
We like to think we are in control of our emotions. But our vulnerability to our own innateness, of our own human quality, to imagine, to think, to feel, to experience phenomeon that is beyond our physical senses is what we wish to escape from. It seems scary to imagine us as biological beings, still controlled by the biochemical processes that run our bodies, and scarier still to grasp a statistic fact that we can't control our own emotional reactions. Yet this should not belittle our own experiences. Motivated by our own environment, the multiplicity of contexts that invoke in us our own "humanness", I think the message cannot be clearer that we need to cry for our own human tragedy.
Postscript: I can tell my writing skill has deteoriated to a large degree.
I recalled hearing a statistic sometime ago that everyone of us is supposed to cry an estimated few hundred times in our lives. Its quite a surprising fact, being that the figure quoted is fairly high, and the second being that everyone of us would reach that number. So if you think you aren't shredding enough crocodile tears, who knows when they might be saved for another time.
But it also got me thinking about the kind of tears we don't burst out from the outside. What about the oft-quoted phrase "I'm crying inside"? What about tears that have flown from our eyes but we choose to deny? What about tears that we regret upon because we "don't think thats worth crying for"?
Instinctively we tend to juxtapose our tearful times with moments of sadness. Yet there has also been tears of happiness at our finest achievements, tears of anger at our loved ones for their "indolence" and "stupidity", tears of shame at our decisions in life we should have known better to act upon or the tears of silence when we realised we are at a loss of explaining ourselves in a critical situation. But one thing can be said of all of them. How controllable are we at these moments?
We like to think we are in control of our emotions. But our vulnerability to our own innateness, of our own human quality, to imagine, to think, to feel, to experience phenomeon that is beyond our physical senses is what we wish to escape from. It seems scary to imagine us as biological beings, still controlled by the biochemical processes that run our bodies, and scarier still to grasp a statistic fact that we can't control our own emotional reactions. Yet this should not belittle our own experiences. Motivated by our own environment, the multiplicity of contexts that invoke in us our own "humanness", I think the message cannot be clearer that we need to cry for our own human tragedy.
Postscript: I can tell my writing skill has deteoriated to a large degree.
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