There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
There is nothing scarier than looking deep inside you and gaze at your own darkness, of discovering old scars that are still inexplicably open. Yet, there is nothing more liberating than shedding tears for that one person that you have been neglecting all these years; yourself.
When overwhelmed by your own emotions, everything and everyone surrounding you, the only way out seems to be to hold on to your strength and face pain smiling. Tears have to be shed only when alone.
I have always thought that being strong was all about not letting everyone see the suffering behind my smile and hiding my pain behind a mask. Instead, it is only when you let it go, when all your barriers are disintegrated, that you find within yourself true strength. It is only when all you are left with is emptiness and you let your tears washing away the sufferings that you can see the light.