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Cry it out ; and its completely alright !

Crying people is not an annoying sight !


We generally make fun of children when they cry watching their parents leave them alone at school. Most of us tell them to watch the other kid who is not crying and be like them and try to stop their cry. Right from there, we are used to keep the finger on our nose to make fun of people who cry ; and let me say, thats not a crime !

Heard somewhere that it is the people who cry easily, have anxiety, or are mentally weak, who we should hold closer. Though I don't remember where I heard this or who said this, lots of love for them. 


Even though at the verge of crying, many people try to control it besides the flow of emotion, just to save their face of pride. They just try to show that they are 'bold' enough to face any difficult situation. Finally, they die with the burden of many sorrows that they've never revealed to anyone.

Ever thought of their pain when you make fun of them ? What would be their mental stress when they could neither express it or hide it ? Just think...they would've blamed themselves for being so sensitive.


Its fine if you can't console them ; atleast stop mocking them. You really don't know what they are going through to fight both the situation and their mental stress and emotions.

Let me remind you this ; 'to cry' have actually nothing to do with your 'boldness'. It doesn't mean that you are not bold enough to handle the pressures if you cry easily.

In fact, we should actually teach our children to cry. When they ask you why do you cry watching a film, tell them the reason why you cried, say an emotional scene...or whatever the reason is. Let them learn that others' pain is not just for them, so for us too. Let them learn to cry for others, their pains and their sorrows. Let them learn to wipe the tears of others.


Let them feel for and cry reading books and watching films irrespective of the languages or cultures of the characters. Let them weep over the news around them, when they grow up. And let them cry for themselves when life hurts, without hiding a sea of sorrows inside. 

Weeping people is not an uncommon sight ; its just as common as the sight of laughing people. 



Now, to those who cry easily ; your tears are not so silly as you think. It is indeed your tool to drive away your stress and sorrows. Cry when you feel like crying. But after that, you should be able to smile beautifully, without remembering what you cried about.

Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :)






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