Would it help,
When something hurts them, they weep.
By night, they rest, they sleep
…the most beautiful things don’t always make you happy – often they make you weep…
The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.
Just as I had done, my father sleeps off and on for days. Sometimes I sit by the bed in Marta’s house and stare at him until I feel like it isn’t a dream anymore. Sometimes Jimmi joins me and sometimes, when I’m alone I weep and I am not sure why. Maybe it’s because of everything I had been through to get to this point or maybe it was for everything I had lost. Part of me thinks that I should be glad for all of the things I had gained.
But the hero doesn’t get the reward. The hero pays the price. As it is in every story.
Pray without ceasing, say all you can to God and lay all your difficulties before him. He’ll take away your tears and make a way where there seems to be none. Wake up and do it!
Things you crave for won’t come if you cry, but when you craft and create. Creativity digs up the buried gold.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.
Why do we weep once we know that everything will be alright? We weep because the only way everything could ever be alright is in fiction. We weep because what we’ve seen can’t be true, no matter how badly we wish it were. We weep at the truth.