#184: Boys Do Cry.
We all cry, don’t we?
Some of us do it openly. For others it happens on the inside. Not intentionally, that just seems the way it is.
I do cry easily.
Interestingly, my main trigger often is someone else’s happiness. I rarely feel overwhelmed with my own emotions. Thinking about it, it’s not that I don’t experience those moments. I just seem to be harder on myself for some reason.
Tuesday is my boys’ night out. The three of us go for a walk. We used to run. Then we hiked. Now we just walk. There will be a time when we will sit on a comfortable chair. At some point, we will just lie there. It would be great to know them around me giving me comfort in my final days. The thought puts a smile on my face.
We talk. No crying. And yet, it helps a lot. Somehow, it prevents the internal tears from stewing inside.
It’s a beautiful song. How the lyrics and the mutual experience bring those strangers together is even more beautiful.
Ultimately, we are all humans, irrespective of race, gender and religion.
Those men are happy in that moment.
This is what makes me cry.
I am a boy after all.
