In life there is so much pain that we go through. Raw, scarful and hurtful experiences. Incidents and encounters that we would have stepped onto wittingly and unwittingly. They have broken us, torn us apart, made us lose hope, scattered our self esteem and have made us feel void. I remember so many times in my life strolling through such instances. They have been cruel. I vividly remember the bucket full of tears I shed every night as I chug holding on to my stuffed monkey aka tinku and mumbling in agony into the pillow.
I still can feel that hot bloody tears that kept soaring through the night almost like my head would fall out and detach from the face area. It was loneliness, helplessness, guilt, regret, abandonment, disappointment, self pity, and all the emotions that made me feel like a loser and a wuss. Almost always my tears ended with prayers. I thank God for that. I needed someone to listen to even when I felt I don't deserve to be considered. The screams in my heart resounded like the cries from the gates of hell. I used to feel devastated and miserable. The best part of these tears were My Lord was always there to wipe them (Rev 21:4).
When you empty yourself by being crushed and washed out from within, you gain a strength that's akin to a unicorn, I can say it from personal experience. You are practically ready for any kind of crap that life might offer you. Its a feeling of empowerment, confidence, come-what-may-let's-do-this attitude. You must see me the next morning after an elongated night of continuous crying, I may not look my best but I'd certainly feel better. I love that and I know it started with the tears. So I love my tears too. No wonder they rightly put it 'No pain, no gain!'
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