“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while,
so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.” – Alex Tan
I think sometimes melancholy gets such a bad name. The same thing with the weepies. They come. There is no fighting them. Mine come often at stories that have to do with soldiers, resilience, injustice or Sunday nights during Extreme Home Makeover. Those are the kind that come and go. Sometimes though they settle in a little longer, and then i wonder what to do with them.
Honestly I have realized lately a couple of things. One is that I am so thankful to have a partner in life, who sits patiently with me during tears that come from Ty Pennington or tears that come from some melancholic place. I am also less threatened by moments of sad than ever before. They pass. Even if they stay for a while… Like all things, they come in seasons and cycles. Though I have to admit, they are less painful now that I am not alone. And I would never have said that single because it seemed unfair, but now I just walk around wishing everyone someone to live life with. A wonderful companion to hold them in the lonely, or dark, or murky.
So this holiday season, if it starts getting dark in your heart, hold on little tomato you’ll ripen on the vine. And for those of us with someone to hold our hand, let us consider holding those around us who need an arm. And like my AM says, if it’s a hard day, let yourself have the day, cry, be sad, eat chocolate and then get up the next morning and start the day new. It is after all a new day.