Remember that scene from the Grinch (Jim Carey version) where the Grinch grows a heart and begins to cry? I love that scene, so well done and so real.
I keep a roll of TP by the computer right now, because, try as a I might, my eyes leak a lot these days. Some days sitting down to sitting down to split open another blood vein-it feels pretty much the same. Well, metaphorically speaking, I've never split a vein on purpose.
But I was sitting here bawling because Human Being wrote such a lovely poem and the thought crossed my mind "where do all these tears come from anyway?" Then an even bigger thought crossed my mind-what happens to the ones who go unshed?
Even when work was a passion of mine, I was not a crier at the office-I pretty much despised it as a manipulative ploy, and in business I still do. But in life's dealings, if I didn't cry, and cry hard, I think I might explode.
So, where do unshed tears go?