Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle..Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold and unresponsive when he is only sad.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
You hurt someone,hurt them so bad that it takes them down,puts them off.Why?Ever wondered? Maybe you were one person out of all they've ever known,whom they never expected sorrow from.Maybe You won't realise the overbearing effect your actions or words just had on them.Someday You will.They will wait for you to come back and apologise.You may or may not.What will You say to undo what you did? Sorry?
Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.To top it off,when another pair of hands come forward to double the sorrow caused,the grief becomes unbearable and it is then that you suffer a panic attack.Because you are lonely,hurt and someone just heaped another pile of pain upon it.
A friend of mine just asked me,"are you scared that 10th of june 2014 is gone? Its never gonna occur again,does it scare your wits out?"
I know not the answer to this.Another day passed,another night passed.
Its an Impasse.
I am kind of glad 10th of june is over.
Sometimes in pain,u realise the reality.Sometimes when reality strikes you get hurt.When you get hurt,you cry.And as said in the first line,Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Sorrows will be caused.Even by people you least expect it from.
