Why We Cry

No, this isn’t about sadness.

This is about Hope and Inspiration. About emotions.

Sometimes my inner soul reaches through and tells me – the public, distracted me – that it is time to focus. That there is something important going on. It tells me this by making my emotions go a little haywire, by dimming all the senses that are not engaged, by giving me an overwhelming sense of urgent purpose. 

The physical manifestation of this, if you are watching from the outside, is tears. Tears streaming down my face, if I will let them. Tears of relief and hope, for I have been given a gift of direction.

In these moments, I feel like I am being guided back to the path I am meant to follow. As if the time for distraction is over and I am being reminded of my true goals. Yes, those tears include a bit of regret for wasted time, and fear that there may not be enough time left, but the majority of what I am feeling is healing and hopeful.    

It might seem as you read this that this is something I experience often, but really it has only happened twice. The last time it happened, it contributed to quite an upheaval in my life, which was powerful enough to get me to where I am now.

The first time it happened, I was at my computer, surfing the Web. A younger, less social Web, but enough for me to find a description of a woman who worked as a computer programmer. Something like that. Something close enough that it triggered something in me, that inner soul part. It knew that this was what I needed to do next in life, and it told me. It got my attention and gave me that feeling. And I listened to it.

Now, I think that I am ready for the other part, or one of the other parts of my life. The writing part. I got that feeling again, the other day. Yes, the speech was inspirational, and meant to generate a reaction, but what I felt was something amplified, something personal. It sounds absolutely wacky as I imagine you reading this, and part of me is worrying that I will look like a fool, but the heart of me, the soul of me – quite frankly, the parts that count for everything – they believe.

And I wonder: Does anyone else feel this way? Does anyone else Try because they Cry?

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