This morning I finished The Four Winds, a novel by Kristin Hannah. The end was both sad and inspiring: I was moved to tears. When that happens, I often remember my late mother saying something like, "When tears come, you know you have found something deep and true."
To many people, crying - especially when a man cries - is a sign of weakness. Surely, it is a sign of vulnerability - but that is not a bad thing! It is sad that many people seem unwilling to act on, or even fully experience, what is deep and true for them. There is a lot of "keeping it together," for our self-image and others' image of us. At what cost? Vitality? Joy? Connection?
I would rather be deeply and openly moved and inspired by stories of courage, strength, grace, perseverance, and love than be stoic at the cost of experiencing the emotions that flow from those experiences.
I find a kind of freedom and joy in being reminded that, if we look for them, there are as many occasions for deep and true emotions as we can bear - each moment of Life, wretched and horrifying or glorious and inspiring, being uniquely amazing.