You are hereby granted permission to
Cry It Out
You can let tears flow, let every trace of sadness show, when your heart is breaking. No need to hide your sorrow.
There is song I happen to dislike. It’s a beautiful classic called “Smile.” It’s originally by Charlie Chaplin–fitting, as he seemed to be sort of a silly sad fellow. But his movies were silent. So I really don’t know.
This is one of those songs that has been covered by many artists, from Nat King Cole to Micheal Jackson. It must be beloved, but I’ve never I bought into the premise: why must we smile through our fear and sorrow?
Why must we hide our sadness?
I know, I know. When there are clouds in the sky, we’ll get by.
I suppose this song is about how to fake it till we make it. That’s useful at times. At times, well, it is what it is.
But it’s also useful to be in touch with your aching heart, to give it a release valve which may be found in your tear ducts. Because at other times, what it is is tragic, or cruel, or a heavy grief-stricken load.
So what’s so bad about crying? We’re sensitive. We hurt. We may weep.
You’re allowed to cry it out. Of course life is still worthwhile, even when you can’t force a smile.
You have permission to experience your range of emotions. It’s beautiful and classic.
And maybe tomorrow you’ll see the sun come shining through. For you.
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