Cry

Instead of starting my learning experience with well something I've learned, I'm going to start with something I've written from the project I'm working on. It's more of a short blurb than anything, but it's about the word "cry"

The word cry has so many meanings, How can one word that means so much be so small. We cry from happiness and from sadness. We cry out loud and we cry silently to ourselves. Our tears escape us sometimes unknowingly and sometimes embarrassingly. But our cries cannot be silenced. We hold onto those feelings of joy and sadness for our whole lives, even dedicating our lives to the cries of others and the cries of ourselves.

Shedding a tear for the world to see, our emotions resting on our cheek. We cry from want, from need, from overwhelming joy and from complete sorrow. Our tears are what make us who we are, what we stand for and what we will not tolerate. Our tears make us determined. Make us stand up under opposition.

 We push and pull our feelings, this way and that trying to mold them into something else until those emotions, those same feelings burst from our eyes casting off our crushing emotions , leaving us empty. We cry till we cannot feel. We push till we can no longer move from exhaustion. We pull ourselves closer to others hoping they will see the best in us, but ultimately we cry. We cry at losses, we cry for gains, we cry for beauty, for freedom, for love. We cry from injustices, from hunger, from war, from intolerance. Our tears pour out, cascading down our faces all our lives from birth till death we all cry. From our first moments in this world to our last. We cry for loved ones, for mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters and sons. For aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. We cry for friends, for family, for strangers on the street or across the globe. Around the globe humanity cries.

One simple tear can have so many meanings and touch the whole world with its beauty. How can a drop of water mean so much and yet so little? How can we rid the world of sadness yet keep the tears of joy. How can we cry out for freedom amidst tears of injustice? Water ever powerful, shaping the world carving out landscapes, bringing down mountains. Can our tears, our cries accomplish the same thing? Can they change the world? Our tears can be wiped away, but our cries cannot be silenced.