Tears

Big eyes, over bright and brimming with tears, whether they actually fall over that tiny row of eyelashes is irrelevant. Most of us are deeply touched by such a sight. It speaks to us of vulnerability. Sometimes it comes from pain and sometimes it comes from overwhelming love, but always it tugs at my heart.

Lately I have been noticing that tears are so much more poignant when they come through the persona of a very strong person. Somehow it is that veneer of laughing off the pain, or just dealing with it head on that makes a person stand head and shoulders above others. I once thought these people simply didn't feel, or that they were so much stronger than the rest of us that it was less for them. I think I was wrong. I think they might even feel it more deeply than the rest of us. So deeply, in fact, that the tears can't get past the feelings.

Great screen writers and actors and actresses have probably known this for a long time. I notice that the heroes I love are those who do the impossible and still show their softest under belly by crying, or being teary eyed.

So today I don't write about people simply crying. I write about people feeling right down to the core of their being and how important they are in the real world where feelings get lost under the socially acceptable facades of being cool and efficient and perfect.

I prefer imperfect, real people.